"Today was the day that anxiety came around for, I hope, a short visit. Didn't sleep well, had disturbing dream, woke up with a painful sore shoulder, spent the morning being cranky.
Nothing tastes good. ...I get no pleasure from food or coffee."
I started and never finished this post last week. Partly because of the state of mind, which passed, and then because I didn't want to dwell on the negative. But I think it's worth delving into the connections between mental states and sensory perception. My son studied and is now engaged in some research in neuroscience, so he could probably school me on this topic.
It's a simple point here that I won't attempt to explain. Being mindful of the nuances of coffee and perceiving the myriad flavors, let alone enjoying the experience, requires a certain calm and settled mind going in. It would be nice if the ritual of visiting a coffee shop, sampling coffee and identifying subtle flavors could somehow serve to lift the spirits from anxiety and relieve stress on those days where it happens. Instead, I find myself completely blocked up and, in the context of keeping a blog, even more stressed that I can't find anything worth writing about. It's the kind of day where I need a comfortable, regular place where I go to enjoy the space and not have any agenda - just relax and decompress with a warm familiar cup and a scone.

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