There are just some mornings …
When I make the coffee, and it smells WONDERFUL. The sun is peeking up and lighting little spots around the kitchen like promises of new beginnings. The aroma of warm and rich, deep roasted coffee engulfing the kitchen, my brain, my heart.
I just stood here and took a deep breath through my nose and as I did, my everything was filled. I was filled with hope.
The smell of coffee fills me with memories of time, love, family, friends, good mornings when I felt amazing … then I exhale and it’s gone but just a little. I breath in again and it’s back. What a great start to the day.
I’m filled with hope. Hope for today, tomorrow, the next three months, this weekend … I feel great. I feel it because great things are happening.
That fabulous smell of warm inviting coffee just reminded me. Thus winning the name of liquid hope.
Have a great Thursday, because tomorrow is Friday.