Here’s what used to happen.

Sitting down is a signal. Signalling that the day is done and I am to be rewarded. Usually the reward is a drink. Probably a beer, maybe a cider. Wine if its a weekend. I stopped drinking my preferred red as I found white was more refreshing. The chilled reward at the end of a tough day, to be held like some kind of medal.

Here’s what happens now.

Sitting down is a signal. Signalling that the day is done and I am to be rewarded. I have learned that my satisfaction isn’t triggered by the cold beer, or cider, or wine. It is the coldness itself. Holding the can or the bottle in my hand. Slowly moving my finger across the embossed label and admiring the artwork. Of course the drink is still refreshing, but it is no longer the focus. It’s been traded. Still flavoursome, and still cold. The medal feels bigger.

 

Inspired by "Cold Showers" article by James Parker in The Atlantic.