| Life’s too short to drink bad coffee |
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This morning I had breakfast with a dear friend, at a diner I have frequented for years. I’ve never liked their coffee, but I have put up with it for decades. Now I am a coffee drinker. I like Barnies. I like Starbucks. Hey, I like Maxwell House. I like almost any coffee, and I’m not overly fussy about flavors, but I use ‘em when they’re available.
This morning I decided I’ve had enough bad coffee. After the first sip, I handed the full cup back to the waitress and pleasantly told her, “I don’t like your coffee, please take this away.” I looked at my friend and boldly declared, “I don’t have to drink bad coffee.”
I have suffered through this coffee a hundred times, thinking that I had no choice. Diner = coffee, right? No, it doesn’t have to be that way just because it always has.
Now I am asking myself, what else in my life is “bad coffee?” What other things do I just accept as irrefutable facts of life because it has always been that way? What personal deficiencies have I accepted without question, only to be crippled unnecessarily, when I can actually change?
Where are the self imposed limits, or negative self-fulfilling prophecies that I have just put up with as though I had no choice, had no say in the matter. Well, today I’m doing a little house cleaning. I’m on the hunt for bad coffee, and I’ve decided that I don’t have to take it anymore. I’m a man on a mission!
Can I live without coffee? Of course I can. Better yet, I’ll bring my own.
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