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Don’t Cry Over Spilt Coffee

Don't Cry Over Spilt Coffee

Here’s the Thing…

Have you ever had one of those days when nothing seems to go right and it all just feels off?

I have.

Actually, I’m having one of those right now. Or better, I am having one of those weeks right now.

There’s always going to be frustrations in life, but this week they have just been piling on.

Work has been super busy, the holidays are coming up, and I am an introvert that lives in a house with four other people. It’s just been hard to catch a breather.

But this morning I was feeling good; it’s Friday, I have a couple fun things planned this weekend, then next week is Thanksgiving so I have some time off work. I just feel like I have a lot of good things to look forward to right now.

I went to the kitchen to make my typical morning pot of coffee (which is very necessary for my survival) and a three-egg scramble.

Where I keep my coffee is not convenient (as in on the top shelf where I can barely reach), but I live with a bunch of people, so things just end up going where they fit.

Anyway, I don’t know what happened, but when I grabbed the coffee tin it slid out of my hands and landed on the floor upside down, with all its contents spilling out.

There was a lot of woes to this situation. First, I had JUST bought new coffee, so it was practically full. Second, when I buy my coffee, I buy the biggest tin they have so I don’t have to buy it that often; so a ton had spilled. Third, have you ever tried sweeping up coffee grounds? I wouldn’t recommend it. And finally, I DIDN’T GET MY CUP OF COFFEE.

You know when you just have your heart set on that one thing, and then you don’t get it?  I just wanted my warm cup of coffee, in my cute mug, with my scrambled eggs.

And I didn’t get it.

So I was in a bad mood.

As I angrily whipped up my eggs, I thought to myself “I’m gonna buy the largest Peppermint Mocha they have at Starbucks. Because I deserve it.”

But then I stepped back and examined the situation for a moment. The kitchen was clean. I was about to have a yummy breakfast. And, guess what? I had perfectly good hot tea I could make. Things weren’t really so bad.

So I ate my eggs and I drank my tea. It wasn’t my coffee, but it was still good.

Too often I find myself looking at the negatives and not realizing that there is more than one way to view a situation. I can imagine that I’m not the only one who feels this way.

There are always going to be disappointments and letdowns, but if we could just shift our focus a little bit to see the good, think about how much happier we could be.

So take it from me: don’t cry over the spilt coffee. Because it could have been wine.

Just kidding! (But not really…)

Don’t cry over spilt coffee, because there is always tea. And tea is good and warm and can still fill up your cute little mug like coffee can.

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