Scheduled Rest Day
This post is a little heavy, but necessary.
This morning I poured some coffee into my favorite mug and went on my business of making my everyday oatmeal for breakfast (oats + banana + peanut butter.) When I turned around to grab my coffee, I found a nice big puddle forming around the mug. Turns out, the hairline crack forming at the top had finally split down the side due to years of overuse and dishwasher abuse.
It doesn't sound like a very sad story to most, but to me this is more than just a broken mug. This is a special symbol in my life, because I purchased this mug in 2008, about a week after the death of my 5-year-old brother, Jake.
I sipped coffee and tea from this mug several times a day for months, even years, to help me get through the hardest time of my life. It became a form of therapy for me to pour a cup of tea, turn on some music, and just sit with myself. Every time I read the phrase inscribed inside, "everything happens for a reason," I would be reminded that Jake's life and death were not in vain, and that everything would be okay, eventually.
Jake and me, Summer 2007
"Happiness: The brain is like a muscle. When we think well, we feel good.
Understanding is a kind of ecstasy."