Morning Coffee Musing
Drinking coffee and trying my best.
That answer used to sound small to me, like I needed something grand to prove my worth. The older I get, the more I realize that “trying my best” is the work. It means showing up when your heart’s heavy. It’s smiling when your eyes still sting from last night’s tears. It means loving people even when they’re hard to love (that one hurts a little)
Some mornings, my “best” looks like a to-do list checked off, hair fixed and dinner planned. Other days, it’s just crawling out of bed, whispering a little prayer and finding the strength to start again.
We don’t give ourselves enough credit for the quiet battles….. the ones no one claps for. The getting up when it’d be easier to stay down. The forgiving. The trying again. The believing that there’s still good waiting around the corner.
So today, if all you did was drink your coffee and try your best, truly, that’s enough. You’re enough.
And if no one’s told you yet this morning, I’m proud of you.
Now go on and pour another cup… the world can wait five more minutes while you gather yourself and let that caffeine kick in.
Love you,
Kari
