I drink tea in the morning. One cup herbal and one cup black tea, mostly because I like to screw with my mind and body, confuse it as to whether or not this is healthy.

But I digress.

I have a collection of teacup—delicate bone china with petite floral patterns and saucers with gilded rims. The kind shown on Downton Abbey and Jane Austen novels. The kind for a leisurely enjoyment of tea and cakes and conversation.

Instead, I enjoy my tea in a mug or travel cup. Boiling water pours directly into the mug and brews the tea in the teabag. It’s efficient, useful, and sets the tone for the rest of the day—no frills, no nonsense, let’s get the done.

Sometimes, no matter how cute the images are, I hate my mugs.

I want the leisure of sipping from a china cup. Then again, I remind myself, I’m not really that kind of person.

Except sometimes.

And maybe that’s when I need to take the extra time to use a cup and saucer instead of a mug.

Until next time, stay healthy.