I love to drink coffee. Love it. I only drink decaf due to complete insomnia if I consume caffeine, but I love the taste and the ritual. I like to buy coffee, but I also like to make it at home or at the office. Wherever, whenever, if there's coffee to be had, I'm likely to want to partake.
Over the years, I have suffered some amount of angst about this. The cream I put in it is bad for me! I should be drinking water instead! Or green tea!
Today, on my drive to work, I finally made some peace with my love of coffee. "Screw it," I thought, "So I like coffee. Yeah, maybe tea is better for my health, but it is no substitute for coffee. I'm done with the coffee guilt. There are better uses of my time. [ed: There's the revelation.]"
The guilt never stopped me from drinking coffee, at least not for very long. But it was nice to get to work and make myself a BIG cup of coffee and just enjoy it, guilt-free.
(Calling this a "revelation" seems rather grandiose, but letting go of guilt—even on this small scale—is a big deal for me.)