A mug story ☕️

Excerpt from my journal

I’ve been home for about ten minutes.

The smell of newly brewed coffee starts to spread across the house as I search for my favourite pink and mustard-yellow mug. I don’t know why, but coffee always tastes better in that mug and I don’t want to bother finding out why. I only care about finding the mug.

Some things are best that way, aren’t they? Just being the way they are without further investigation. Everything doesn’t always have a logical answer (like, duh, it’s the shape of the mug that makes the coffee taste better. Or, duh, it’s the size of the mug that makes the coffee taste better…)

You see, and I know you know this by the way, we all find different reasons and answers to the same problem anyway. And somehow, life keeps going. It works. Even if some think life will end, it keeps going and the sun will once again rise. I love that.

The discrepancy between what someone says and another hear… Or in the context of writing… What I write and you read.

It’s a fascinating space where we can either get lost and stuck, or keep flowing through it in an attempt to find common ground further down the road.

There’s a sense of calm and comfort in knowing that things always roll on despite chaos. Nothing stays the same forever. It’s vivid. It’s fluid. It’s LIFE. As hard as it can feel today, magic may hide around the corner. Who knows? Only the one who lives will find out.

Oh, I almost forgot… the mug.

I found it.

Unsurprisingly it was waiting for me in the exact same spot as where I left it this morning before we rushed out the door to drive my grandmother to the airport.

Some things stay, some things go. What remains is my preference for the pink and yellow mug, and my love for my family and friends.

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Thank you for reading this short excerpt from my journal today!

I haven’t written as much on the phone lately as I usually do. The mind has been pre-occupied, the eyes sleepy and I’ve mostly been scribbling notes in my various physical journals across the house to keep some sort of connection to the physical world.

But this little piece felt soothing as I read through it, enough to deserve a thorough type-up and I hope you enjoyed it too 💜

Ps. Do you also have a favourite mug in which the coffee (or tea) tastes better? Maybe you think it’s unimportant… I happen to think it’s quite an essential question.

Sending you love,

Elin xx

Pps. A photo from our walk yesterday. I felt so grateful that the sun decided to shine when my grandmother visited us from Sweden 🇸🇪 fall is a beautiful, magical time of the year.

Oh, and by the way… this is the mug of the story.