I have a weakness for coffee cups. I have a cabinet dedicated to them and it’s overflowing.
I bought each of them for a reason: because the color is just right, or because the handle fits my hand just right, or because it has just the right shape.
I like handmade coffee cups.
I like hand-painted Alice in Wonderland-ish cups.
And I like coffee cups that remind me of special trips and happy places.
I have lots of them. They’re all different, but there’s something about each of them that’s special. They sort of have attitudes, or something like that. I choose coffee cups carefully based on how I feel, or how I want to feel, when I wake up. I know it sounds crazy, but somehow, my entire day is inspired by the coffee cup I choose first thing in the morning.
Lately, it seems like we’ve been surrounded by bad news, and sickness, and sadness, and I haven’t really been able to see past it.
I know that even with all the troubling things that have been happening around us, we still have many things to be thankful for. The last few weeks I have been trying to consciously remember that, but most of the time, I haven’t.
Then, the other day when I wasn’t even looking, I happened upon the perfect thing to battle the glooms.
It may seem silly, but every time I use it, I am reminded of the good stuff, and I could use that right now.
Starting the day off on a positive note makes all the difference in the world. Never underestimate the power of the right coffee cup.
This week, I’m linking up with Yeah Write!