Every morning I wake up to make my coffee. I even wake up 30 minutes before I need to in order to be able to sit and just enjoy my morning brew.
The warmth of that first sip brings an awakening that no apple, drink of water, or tea can do. I have tried it all, but that creamy, hot, oh-so-sweet cup of deliciousness starts my day off just right and makes me so happy.
It got me thinkin’ about how there are so many things in this world we are supposed to do.
It’s easy to get wrapped up in responsibility and forget to enjoy this life too. Yes, maybe I should drink water in the morning instead of coffee, but I love my coffee. Maybe I should read more than I do. Maybe I should exercise more than I do. I could have a better paying job, but my goal in life has always been to LIVE life. I work to live, I don’t live to work. When I go home, my mind is at home. I enjoy all that brings and don’t allow anything in to disrupt our peaceful little haven. I eat healthy sometimes, but I also let myself enjoy the junk too.
By nature I am a rule follower and a people-pleaser. I do what I am supposed to. As I get older, however, I am learning that living to please everyone is exhausting and impossible. I don’t always have to do what I think other people would want me to. I am learning to be o.k. with being me. The quirky, silly, spacey, goofy, serious, quiet, passionate, confusing person that I am.
My house isn’t always spotless. My makeup is hardly ever on. My toes aren’t always painted. My car is never clean. I love people, but I don’t always want to be with them. I don’t always have the right words and say really dumb stuff sometimes. I hurt people’s feelings. I’m not very hospitable or crafty. I don’t do any of my kid’s school fundraisers. Maybe it’s because I’ve grown tired of trying or maybe it’s wisdom realizing I could never be everything for everyone. Either way, it’s all ok.
So be ok with finding joy where you find it. It’s the little things that fill up a life. The funny embarrassments, the random things that weren’t planned, the rejections, the disasters, the little hands that hug you, the big hands that hold you, the sweet whispers, and even the angry words make you better. You learn from it all. You learn what matters and what doesn’t. The more you try to carry the less freedom you will have to enjoy this little bit of life you have.
So when you wake up tomorrow, find joy…even if it’s just in a sip.
