i decided to like coffee. i've always loved the aroma of coffee, but the taste? not so much. but i read that the caffeine in coffee helps protect against something, although i can't quite remember what. but it was enough to make me decide to like coffee.
at first i thought maybe it would help me feel more sophisticated or more hip or more something that i'm not, walking around with a cup of coffee.
and then this week happened.
and people were unnecessarily, unexplainably mean.
and people unnecessarily, unexplainably wanted to make others feel inferior.
and my last test race before my fall goal race was so much worse than i ever could have predicted.
and really, all of these things should have made me cry. probably sob.
but instead they made me think.
this is my life. those moments happen, and then they go. and they are far outweighed and outnumbered by moments like these....
and that? that was just one morning of one day of one week of one month of one year.
i'm getting older. pieces of me hurt, and become hurt more easily.
so i'll readjust, and replan, and rest, and heal.
it will be fine. i will be fine.
the hammer of judgement falls swift and hard around me. and that's fine, if that's what the hammer droppers need to do.
drop away. say what you will.
i'm not listening. because i don't need to be more sophisticated, or hip, or more anything else.
i'm just going to finish my cup of coffee (or my mocha latte. whatever.). because it's still half full.