I love coffee. That’s probably no surprise to you. Almost every morning, I approach my coffee maker and scoop in fragrant coffee beans, pour in water, and press the button that makes the magic happen. It takes time, like almost every great process does, but I wait. Patiently. Until I hear those five beautiful beeps that tell me my fresh brew is ready to be sipped. My patience is well worth it.
I’m generally a patient person, especially when I know the outcome will be good. But sometimes that patience turns into procrastination. My ability to wait turns into an ability to delay.
You know what I’m talking about. The Thing. That task that is staring you down. (more…)
Not in an angst-y, existential, “does anyone ever notice me???” type of way. I mean more literally. Sometimes I think people really just don’t see me.
Last Sunday, my husband and I were at an amusement park; the company he works for rented out the entire place for their massive staff. I’m talking thousands and thousands of people. It was overwhelming. And the food section was especially packed.
As I wandered through the masses, people nearly ran into me more times than I can count. I’m not a petite person. I’ve never been called small. I’m pretty sure I don’t fade into the woodwork. But for some reason, people kept cutting in front of me or whirling around toward me, forcing me to do a quick dodge. Thankfully, I was ready, otherwise I likely would have ended up with salad in my hair and dressing dripping down my nose. (Now that would have been a great look for me.) (more…)