Passive No More: 10 Days To Purposeful Living

I love coffee. It was an acquired taste to begin with, but through the years it has grown to a great morning pleasure. It started out with the simple lure of the coffee smell. The smell of whole coffee beans holds a strange comfort.  But upon first taste it proved bitter in its allure; however,  I pressed on to discover the joy of changing its pure black form to creamy and sweet. Cream and sugar brought the comforting smell in to taste, and for 20 years I have enjoyed coffee. But something cruel has taken place. I have found that I am approaching the years where indulgence is fun for a moment but I will pay for it later. The years of eating and drinking what I want have caught up to me. I’m having to put on the breaks and face reality. Coffee can’t be good for someone on a daily basis. Apparently Chocolate isn’t either... I am encountering a great dilemma in my soul verses my common sense.  Heartburn, acid re-flux: Lord, am I that old?  Lemon water, Nexium and decaf tea are trying to be my friends, yet they d