The first sign
Prick! I gently opened my eyes from an acupuncture session. I liked to do that when the world got too crazy and I'd made the conscious/unconscious decision that I was “too busy to meditate.” I found acupuncture like forced relaxation for the mind. Forced relaxation—an oxymoron. Anyway.
My acupuncturist, Natan, asked how I'd been. I responded with the illusory American response of “Good,” followed by “Busy.” Natan, sensing there was more to the story, asked what my caffeine intake looked like. I told him I was having 2–3 coffees per day.
Then Natan made a comment I'll never forget: “If you need coffee to enjoy your work, you should probably do something else.” Whoa. That hit me.
I was pretty sure I did enjoy my work. At the time my heart was all in on a tech startup called Tymeshift.
Nonetheless, Natan's question was provocative and I quit coffee the next day.
Two weeks went by without any caffeine. I read Why We Sleep, Caffeine and probably others I've since forgotten.
I remember thinking that caffeine in moderation is a useful “drug”, but I wasn't ready to go back to coffee so I decided to search for a better answer. And soon, that answer came. I first stumbled across matcha in a small Fairfield, Iowa cafe that offered what I would later learn was a single cultivar matcha from Yame. From the first sip, I was hooked. I breathed a sigh of relief that matcha had entered my life.






