As I was swiftly chugging down a nice cup of my hot cocoa
and caramel macchiato concoction, I suddenly realized the absurdity of what I was
doing—why in the world am I rushing?!
Why am I chugging the contents of this mug as if it’s gone
like yesterday?
I stopped, and actually indulged in the moment between me
and my hot drink. And it was delicious. (not to mention that my stomach will
thank me later for not chugging the rest of it down).
I’m a planner. A worrier. A choleric who wishes she was more
sanguine and carefree. An “I should be doing something productive with my life”
kinda girl. Yes, it is stressful.
But I’m thankful for the little thing inside of me that
reminded me that I don’t have to rush all the time. I don’t have to run a
marathon and be first place every day of my life. Praise the Lord. I’m sure it
was Him who reminded me.
I need to learn to drink slower, laugh more, and worry less.
Now…back to my drink. J
