A Cup of Cawareness

mY-Life (Reflection)

I woke, a bit disheveled, still tired. First thought – I need coffee.

I get to the bathroom, see a tired reflection in the mirror, and begin my morning routine.

Seems it always has to be done just so. Otherwise, it throws me off.

Feels kinda mundane and restricting.

However, I proceed to follow the steps I established so that I can get ready in time for rush hour.

Step by step, I finally have my coffee—and it figures it must be to go. I have no time again. No time to sit with it. I have to hit the asphalt; cup in my peripheral vision.

I sip at it as I fight the chaos on the path to work. My mind wanders here and there when it is not screaming at other drivers.

By the time I reach the job, I realize I should have added more creamer. It was too bitter.

Heck, I am disappointed and bitter.

So, my day begins… just another day in my life.

mI-Life (From mI Caware BeIng)

I wake. I notice I did not sleep so well.

I think I will treat mI-self to a nice cup of coffee. Oh—and I will even put it in my favorite mug. The one my daughter gave me on Mother’s Day years ago.

Gosh, I remember now, when I received it.

A brilliant sea foam color. The shape was so perfect for my tiny hands. Oh, how I imagined all the moments I would enjoy endless cups and remember this moment.

I felt like she got me.

I was filled with appreciation, love, and joy—being with her, receiving her thoughtful gift. She must have put a lot of thought into it too. I am extremely picky.

You know what… this feels good.

I think I am going to just throw my hair up instead of trying to create a masterpiece—make time to sit with this cup, in this moment.

I am even going to call my daughter and thank her for all the amazing moments I have to remember because of her.

I enjoy the entire cup from my recliner, covered with my favorite throw, and still get to work on time.

I notice I didn’t cuss at one driver.

I am smiling… and I see others smiling too.

Do they have the same cup I do? I sure hope so.

That’s when I notice, the cup was never the point.

Presence is.

I’m not interested in perfect mornings.

I’m interested in present ones.