Caffeine, my friend my enemy.
Just kidding, it’s not that serious.
I never really thought about caffeine when I started drinking coffee. My mind just felt energised. This was good. It was only when I started to feel a bit stressed that I couldn’t work out why I would go from feeling fine to chest pains in minutes. Turns out it was the 7 coffees I’d drunk that day. I reduced the number of coffees but didn’t stop drinking them.
The next stage was ‘powering through’. I got a job that meant I was getting up at 5:30am and getting back in the house at 8pm. This job also had LOVELY coffee available all day. The commute made me feel quite tired so I made full use of this availability.
Around 4 months into this job I had put an incredible amount of caffeine into my system. One evening I leapt onto the wrong train, ending up going west rather than south and being abandoned in a deserted station I’d never heard of. This was swiftly followed by a teary call to my wife saying:
‘I can’t do this job any more, I’m tired and I’m lost’.
‘Oh babe, you can – you’re not lost, you’re on a path to a great career’
‘No, I mean I got on the wrong train and I have no clue where I am’.
I could carry on, I was being cafi-matic, (caffeine induced dramatic) and finished my 12 month contract with that company, breaking the company record for number of marketing people helped in 1 year (humble brag) just with a greatly reduced caffeine intake.
Roll forward to March 2017. I’ve had various seasons where I have come off of caffeine completely, and but mostly limit myself to a max of two coffees a day.
I’m Kristian, I’m a caffeine addict.
Caffeine has now left my routine. I’m more level in my emotions, I keep finding I can process things better. Drinking decaf isn’t nearly as fun but the benefits far out way any loss.
Whilst writing this I’m sipping a decaf tea on the train. No emotion peaks, just calm.