For the last few days I have run out of the house without pausing to have my ritual cup of coffee. Forcing myself to slowdown, I made a cup this morning. It was wonderful. What was I thinking?
I haven't traveled for work in sometime, which is quite alright.. it's rarely glamorous and even when it is somewhere cool, you don't get to enjoy it much. (I had imagined it was quite the contrary when I was a student). However, I'm committed to finding the fun in my day when I can enjoy it. Last year in Miami for 10 minutes every morning I would pretend (at sunrise) to be able to relax over breakfast and feel like I was getting away from it all... before starting a 15 hour work day. Thank goodness the coffee was strong. A reminder that life's not too busy to stop and smell the French press.