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tea in mug

The One Cabinet That Is Always Too Full

I’ve spent the last few years shamelessly tossing unnecessary, unused, unloved (and sometimes well-loved) items from my home and life – clothing that still had tags, pants that only fit when I’m sticking to an impossibly rigid running schedule.

 

Yet the kitchen cabinet that holds decades of ceramic mugs remains hopelessly overflowing.

I have a coffee mug that my dad gave me years ago that has the San Mateo police logo and my dad's name on it, so I brought it to set and used it in a scene. I mean, you don't see it, it's not prominently featured, but I just wanted that connectivity.
~ Michael Trucco

I’ve been able to let go of some of my beloved grandmother’s irreplaceable (albeit irreparable) cookware but I find myself pausing at the thought of banishing my faded “The Little Mermaid” mug from 1992 to a thrift store shelf.

 

Every morning I open that cabinet in the deep blue light of pre-sunrise and thoughtfully consider my choice of mug to hold my tea while I watch the sun rise in a few short minutes.

 

Who am I today?

 

What will I need today?

 

Maybe I’m a Disney princess. Maybe I’m the World’s Best Sister. Maybe I need that brightly colored little cup from Mexico that brings me back to the blissful magic of the Mayan Riviera.

 

I think about the day ahead – specifically to that meeting I have in a few hours that I expect will not be kind – and I choose the deep black Motorhead mug.

 

Because today I will be a rock star.

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