I hope this finds you well and ready for the long weekend ahead.
Over the past several days, I’ve been thinking about all the changes that I am in the process of making. First, this website will be getting a new look in the next couple of weeks, and I think you’ll find it easier to navigate.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve begun a process of de-cluttering. Sometimes stressful, but more and more therapeutic as I decide what to hold on to. Wow, we collect a lot of stuff when we stay put for a long time. As I’ve moved through it all, I found just how little is really worth keeping. So, out to the trash for most of it.
Through the process, I’ve come across a number of little journal books. With the best intentions, I’ve started quite a few for particular reasons, especially trips, but then once the trip is over, into a drawer or onto a shelf it went.
I was watching a movie early this morning, still trying to recover from my last semester of doctoral studies, and there was a scene that got me thinking. The movie was about World War II, and the actors were sitting at a table drinking freshly brewed coffee. Someone asked, “what was the best cup of coffee you ever had?” Listening to the response got me thinking about my own “best” cup of coffee.