I am a confessed coffee addict and coffee connoisseur (and even after living in France for 2.5 years I still had to spell check that word). My morning routine involves boiling water, grinding beans, waiting some minutes, taking a sip of a local roast, and then waking up.
A few years ago, while on one of our longer stays in the US I bought a mug from Ikea that I really liked. I used it every morning for over a year and it became a part of my routine. I packed it in my suitcase when we moved to Barcelona in 2009. Shortly after our move, one fateful morning, I dropped the mug whilst trying to escape the fog that follows me around before coffee (yes, a real addict). I was without this trusty companion for the first time in years.
So I did what any normal human being would do when they break an inanimate, replaceable object: I bought another one.
This one was a big beautiful, more artsy looking, mug from Starbucks. It was also a huge mug and only made my coffee intake in the morning more intense. (With a downside of the coffee at the bottom of the mug ending up cold.) During our first 2 years in Barcelona I used this mug every morning. In truth most mornings during our first two years were pretty tough. It saw me through some tough times for sure…It’s dark blue tones were maybe a bit too appropriate for my emotional state though.
But just like two years before, one fateful morning this mug too took the plunge to the tile floor and ended it’s reign over my delicious morning coffee. It seemed like things were happening in slow motion as the mug slipped from my wet hands to the dry floor. This mug represented more to me than just an inanimate object…this mug was an icon of a chapter of my life; the most challenging and difficult chapter of my life.
So Jen and Maisie went out and bought me a new mug…a cheery yellow mug. Maybe it’s a prophetic sign of the good to come, or in the way that we’ve found the sun through the intense shaded of blue. But regardless, I really like it. It’s smaller…so that will maybe help me cut back on my problem.
But through this reflection I’ve realized that I’ve had one mug for each of the past three chapters of life:
Preparing for Barcelona -> Settling in Barcelona -> ???? in Barcelona
I am hopeful that the chapter marked by my yellow mug will be about:
New Beginnings, Further Growth, Living well in Community, Strong Faith and Love, and Stepping into Giftedness.
Am I the only one with distinct chapters in life? Anyone else have obscure, random, inanimate markers of these times?