Spilling the Coffee

Generally the word spill doesn't have positive connotations. Think "oil spill" or "spilling the beans."

This morning I did something quite stupid. And as I was doing it, I realized the level if its stupidity, yet in my rush I decided to ignore the situation and deal with it later. Which I did.

 I love coffee. I limit myself to drinking it once or twice a week, relishing the days when I can start the morning with a steaming cup of its fragrant goodness. The day always seems to pass quicker, my thoughts seem clearer, and I have no problem staying awake and focusing at work.

So as I placed the giant, red mug back into the fridge, I noticed that it was too close to the door. I hesitated for a moment, but brushed off the misgiving. Lunch time arrived. I hurried home to throw together an edible and semi-healthy meal, which obviously required opening the fridge. Are you following me? Do you know how this is going to end? Oh! The supense. Yes, that creamy liquid went splashing everywhere, just as I had feared.

How often do we handle more important life situations in a similar manner? We pause for a second to evaluate the action or decision, yet in our hurry and impatience, we slam the refrigerator door on the cup, hoping we won't have to deal with the mess later. Sometimes it ends up being a real nuisance. The coffee (our actions) don't always spill in a neat puddle, rather they flood the rest of the vegetables and fruit in the fridge (the people in our lives), and they are affected as well.

 Let's face it, we're bound to spill the coffee at some point in life. It happens quite frequently for most people (myself included). Just try to evaluate how your actions will affect others, and when you do make a mess, be bold enough to ask for forgiveness.

Happy Monday :)