I used to drink coffee. All the time, actually. I drank it in high school, because pouring liquids from one container into another, and then into my body, was the most exciting thing that could happen while minding the front desk at the Y. I drank it in college because my stupid professors kept yelling at me for sleeping in class.
It's often when caught up in life's to-do list that we can also get caught up in our own mental interpretation of what's going on in the world around us -- and then make it all about us, when in fact, it has nothing to do with us. If we would instead take a moment to breathe and observe, we just might learn something.