My dh gave me the cup in front yesterday. The one behind it is the on I've drunk coffee from most mornings for the past year. I really like the new cup. It's handmade and I love irises. But I'm used to the old cup. It is familiar. This morning as I waited for the coffee to drip through into my little pot, and looked at my two cups, I thought about the metaphor they are for many other parts of my life. I am reluctant to make changes, to change the old and loved and familiar for the new. I drank from my new cup this morning. I missed my old one, though.
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They are both pretty but I like the new one best and I love the story that goes along with it. I am particular about my coffee mugs as well.
Good thoughts, and so appropriateto this time of year!
I've been there!!! Sweet memories.
Enjoyed the thoughts too.
Susan
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i love cups with a lip, and it looks like your new one has that! also the handle looks comfy for your fingers!
it was a creative picture/thought combination!
I missed this post yesterday. Why is it we are loathe to leave the old, even when the new represents a gift of love and beauty? The 'known' is such a lure. (By the way, I like them both...finding the right cup is tough!)
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