So my birthday is coming up and I’ll be 33. I know that 33 isn’t OLD, but it isn’t 22 either. There are parts of me that have always been overly and irritatingly responsible (hello, no underage drinking, no sneaking onto the college football field, not even a speeding ticket to date), but there are a few parts that I haven’t been great about growing out of. The one I promised my wonderful boyfriend - who has in no way actually pressured me or even suggested this - was to give up my daily (yes, daily) iced latte Starbucks addiction… after I turned 33. I simply am not ready to be that responsible until the day after.

Something about going to Starbucks everyday makes me feel really good. I’m not a great morning person, but putting in the mobile order always helps me get out of bed. I walk to the store in the rain and the snow, when I’m busy and when have nothing going on (which is never, btw). It is my favorite and most reliable ritual.

But it is expensive. Ridiculous, actually. I spend $5.58 every day. That is over $2000/year. I love my ritual, but maybe it is time to see if I can break up my routine.

 We had a serious stare down. I waited as long as I can.

We had a serious stare down. I waited as long as I can.

I stubbornly (and with great annoyance) ordered a mid-level cold brew from Amazon along with a coffee grinder. When I came I left it sitting away from my kitchen for a week out of child-like pettiness. Ha! Yesterday I finally did my first test run because if I don’t figure it out before the day after I’m 33, I’m certain I’ll just run back up to Starbucks. (The 2 block walk is totally worth it.)

After walking to Starbucks this morning and getting my iced, soy latte, I decided to try it out.

 Here goes nothing!

Here goes nothing!

 …taking pretty pictures of it did not make it more appealing to me…

…taking pretty pictures of it did not make it more appealing to me…

 Another stare down followed.

Another stare down followed.

 Practically begging me to try it.

Practically begging me to try it.

It was okay. A little bitter. I’ll definitely want to work on it before I’m satisfied, but I drank it. I mean, it was still coffee. :)

I know this post comes off like I am a bit of a spoiled brat, but I really don’t have that many things that I waste money on. I don’t get mani/pedis, massages, go to expensive restaurants, take ubers/cabs everywhere, buy a new wardrobe every season… I just like to go to Starbucks. Like all good things, I suppose it is time for this one to end. Or at least pause. After all, there is always the lottery. :)

So 33, stay away as long as you’d like… but when you inevitably come for me, at least I’ll still have coffee.