Things I learned from My Morning Cup of Tea. I’ve never really been a tea person. Growing up, tea was everywhere, especially on cold harmattan mornings but I never cared for it. I preferred chilled drinks or anything that didn’t require me to sit still and sip slowly.
Yet, somehow, these days, I find myself making tea every morning. It’s not that I’ve suddenly fallen in love with it; in fact, some mornings, I barely finish the cup. It’s just become a quiet ritual, a small pause before the rush of the day.
And somewhere along the way, I started to notice that this simple act was teaching me lessons about life. The first lesson is patience. Boiling water feels painfully slow when you’re in a hurry. And when you rush the tea bag, you end up with a weak, flat taste. Life works the same way.
Some things simply can’t be hurried , healing, growth, clarity they need time to steep, to unfold at their own pace.
The second lesson is resilience. The tea bag only brings out its full flavor when dropped into hot water. It’s the heat that reveals its strength. I’ve realized we’re a lot like that. It’s in the tough, uncomfortable seasons when bills are piling, plans are falling apart, or nothing feels certain that we often discover the depth of who we really are.
There’s also timing and restraint. I’ve burned my tongue more than once because I was too eager to take the first sip. Now, I’ve learned to wait and let it cool. It’s a quiet reminder that not every situation deserves an immediate reaction. Sometimes, silence and stillness are the best answers.
And then there’s the simplest lesson: gratitude for small things. Life here can be unpredictable power goes off mid-boil, traffic waits for no one, the day always seems ready to run ahead. But each morning, no matter how chaotic yesterday was, I have this moment with my tea. Even if I don’t drink it all, it grounds me. It reminds me that peace isn’t always found in grand moments; sometimes, it lives quietly in the ordinary. I still wouldn’t call myself a tea lover.
But in the boiling, the waiting, and the first slow sip, I’ve learned about patience, strength, and grace lessons that go far beyond the cup in my hand.
So tomorrow morning, when you make your own tea or coffee, pause for a moment.
It might just be teaching you something too.
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