Tasty Coffee, Spilled Coffee

I am now wearing part of my decaf cappuccino to start my flight home to Atlanta from Los Angeles. It was a tasty cup AND it was shockingly warm when poured down the front of my shirt. The lid wasn’t secure, so while I sipped the coffee, it poured down on me. C’est la vie! The cappuccino didn’t have the motive of being tasty and annoying, yet my experiences with the single cup of joe took on different types of energy, positive and negative energy (ie baggage). I could be mad at the coffee, at the cup, find a way of blaming someone else, or shame myself into thinking it was the world trying to give me a message. I choose to do none of the above beyond sit here enjoying my new coffee scented cologne. It presents a story, a moment, and nothing more unless I choose to use it for reflection.

Not all accidents or successes need to be analyzed for future efficiency. It’s exhausting to do this over, and over, and over again. Stop.

Don’t cry over spilled…coffee. Wear it like a…person that spills things like everyone else does.