I warn you in advance, I am having some extremely serious writer's block. I have seriously rewritten and stared at the first sentence for just about an hour. The one thing I always worry about when it comes to this blog is that I will start to feel pressure. I want this blog to be something I enjoy doing. I don't want to wait till the last second and be like, "Crap, I forgot to write my blog post." It hasn't gotten to that point yet, but my fear is that it will. I also don't want to feel pressured about what I write or how well written it is, I guess that worrying is all on my own terms. Because people have only spoken very kind words to me when it comes to his journey I'm partaking in.
Memory #13
Recently I have been on this giant tea kick, along with a couple of my other friends. It might be because I've been a little congested so tea and honey just sounds really good all of the time. I was never really into tea until my freshman year of high school when my mom introduced it to me. First with iced tea, but only sweet tea for this girl. Seriously if I could live off just sweet tea (and you know, not get diabetes or fat) I totally would.
Of course sweet tea is not the only type of tea out there...duh. My mom and I would get on random kicks on different teas. We had a phase where we bought a box of chai tea just about once a week. Then we went through a hot tea phase where we went through several different types of tea. The one I remember that we fixated on the most was peppermint tea. I think we both had some sort of unspoken agreement that the peppermint tea had the best affect. As if it just fixed everything. Had a rough day? Peppermint tea. Just came back from chemo? Peppermint tea. Had a pretty rockin day? Peppermint tea. Seriously it was always the answer. I know for me I would just have a random impulse to make a cup for my mom, if I felt like she needed it. Sometimes I would come home after school or work and there would be a cup of peppermint tea waiting for me.
There is always something really comforting about a warm cup of tea. To this day when I need a pick me up I go straight to making a cup of peppermint tea. It is always the answer to dealing with any problem. Also a good cup of peppermint tea brings me back to memories of talking to my mom. Along with that cup of tea would come conversation and an exchange of wisdom. I guess sometimes when I do resort to making a cup of tea a part of me hopes that I can still talk with my mom, even if she isn't physically present. I know she is always spiritually present in my heart.
Love always,
Erin
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