“I’ll take a coffee.”
He begins slowly pouring it into the white paper cup. “Room for cream and sugar?”
I shake my head, “No.”
He looks slightly surprised, but says nothing as he pops the plastic top onto the cup.
If you’re going to love something, learn to love it exactly the way it is.
This is my thought about coffee, about life, about people.
We’re always trying to add things, change things, make them sweeter and easier to swallow.
I don’t want to expect anything different than what I’m being handed. This is it. This cup of coffee, this moment, this human being. This is what’s in front of me and that has to be enough, it should be enough.
I want to be enough as I am.
I realized that when I was working in the living room in my pajamas the other morning. Our house is consistently knocked…
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