To discover what I want, I journey through the don’t wants.

Earlier this week, I walked into the kitchen wanting coffee.

I had set the machine up the night before, but instead, there was black liquid oozing all over the kitchen counter. The pot wasn’t fully engaged to allow the hot liquid to flow. The basket inside was filled with water, and grinds were everywhere. It was not pretty, so after cleaning up the mess, the coffee maker went into a cabinet. The don’t wants.

This is pretty.

Really good coffee beans deserve to be fresh pressed.

When our hearts are happy, we know what we want.

Now my morning coffee is relatively ceremonial.

We recognize our wants, when we realize our don’t wants.