I had a temper tantrum this morning. The usual place I buy my morning cup of coffee was closed.
Of all the nerve.
I had to drive a mile out of my way to get a cup. All the while I was mentally cursing the thoughtlessness of the closed coffee house’s management.
When the caffeine finally kicked in and the fog began to lift, I realized that I was behaving like the first-world, privileged princess that I am.
My priorities began to reorganized and I had a moment of thankful clarity.