Like most people these days, my life was busy, full of chaos, and lots of running around doing things for people other than myself. Most mornings involved me getting up early, rushing to prepare my kids lunches for school, jumping in the shower, and putting my makeup on in the car on the way to drop off the kids. I would normally be stuck drinking my coffee on the way out the door and in the car.
I remember a time when I used to catch up with my friends in the morning at a local cafe and laugh, cry and talk about life. Those days were long gone. Life gets very busy when you have kids and work a senior job at an advertising firm.
One morning last week as I rushed out the door with the kids. My breakfast in my hands, my coffee held up against my chest as I carried papers… one of the kids ran into me and the coffee spilled all over my brand new suit. It wasn’t Josh’s fault - accidents happen, but I burst into tears, went back into the house to ask my husband to drop the kids off, and sat down in the kitchen and sobbed.
I called my boss up and told them I needed a day off, made myself another cup of coffee on my Keurig machine, and went back to bed but as I sat in bed drinking my coffee, I realized something… I hated the taste of the coffee I was drinking.