Ode to a lost matcha latte
I just came home after a difficult morning excursion to a yoga class and my local coffee shop. I am in my matcha era! Isn't that a sticker people are buying right now? No, but really. I cannot drink coffee because I have a hiatal hernia that is fucking killing me at the moment with acid reflux, heartburn, puke, retching, and more. Coffee triggers it. Matcha doesn't. Well - this matcha today did because I asked for oat milk but they misheard me and used whole milk and I didn't have the heart to tell them I can't drink that, or at least I shouldn't.
Then I ended up at a park and left 60% of my iced matcha latte on a park bench and realized I forgot it when I arrived at home. Oh well. Worse things happen. Worse things HAVE happened just in the past day.
I'm kind of falling apart right now. I couldn't even participate in the yoga class I attended this morning because I am so broken right now. Physically and mentally. Instead I just sprawled out on the floor, stared at the ceiling, and held back tears. I couldn't do much more.
Something traumatic happened yesterday with my family. If I explained it I wouldn't even believe it so why am I going to write shit no one else is going to believe. But it shook me to my soul. It broke me. Here's what I wrote at the coffee shop after yoga and before I lost my matcha. Poor matcha. I didn't get to drink you. Maybe I knew I shouldn't have had that whole milk.
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