I debunked that thought quickly after taking a glance at the past and seeing where not being picky landed me. Quality of life reflects choices my darling, no matter how small.
At 10:00 am I made my second Chemex. I’m not sitting here highly caffeinated because I poured the first Chemex out after tasting half a cup. I didn’t like the taste, but that meant wrestling the beast for the cup I wanted.
Meet the beast. The best burr grinder ever.
It’s solid steel and weighs a good chunk, especially to be lifted first thing in the morning. That’s what it was going to take to have the cup of coffee my heart desired. The beans that are stored in the top chamber are one of my favorite brands, but I bought the wrong origin. They have a bitter aftertaste I cannot acquire.
I slid the glass container off the bottom that catches the grinds, (important) removed the lid, picked him up and poured the beans into a container. Then refilled the top chamber with pure happiness and made another Chemex.
Quality of life doesn’t happen automatically. Make Small Choices.
My daughter was away from home and sent me this meme. It’s us.
Her memes are hilarious.
I found myself recently responding to comments with, “It’s worth it.” My mind began flashing images of this life and it’s all been worth it.
When my daughter is away from home, I close her bedroom door. Our dog Winnie loves to lay on her bed, even if she’s covered in dirt from playing outside. Daughter comes home and it’s okay to hop up there.
This is one of my favorite photos.
Letting doggo on bed for moments like this? It’s worth it.
The house is quiet and still, but it wasn’t. Two days ago, my daughter brought home a puppy.
She went to meet a friend for lunch, and puppy went with. I have some errands to run, but decided to take a minute and enjoy this quiet moment.
A small french press enhances a moment. It’s actually a moment within itself, and I could feel myself relaxing through every step of the process.
I’m having trouble keeping up with the days.
It’s December, and we are counting the days until she leaves for England. In two weeks, she will board the plane. Then, the following week is Christmas, and next comes the New Year! I remember counting down the months, not days.
I poured a cup of brew from the press.
Strolled by our wood calendar, and flipped the block to the right date. This calendar shows me what day it is, and takes less that a minute to flip.
Be encouraged lovely. You have more control than you realize. Just breathe, and take a minute.