“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” ~ T. S. Eliot
Every once in awhile, a quote will crop up that causes you to consider where you are in the mad dash to the end.
Statisticians will tell you that you’ve spent x amount of days standing in line or so many hours in front of the television, but I prefer to measure my time with coffee.
Looking back over the last half century, it seems I’ve spent a great deal of it with a mug in my hand.
Coffee helps me sort things out, or at least ponder the transitions that have brought me thus far.
Meet my companion, my confidante, and my cohort through it all.
How do you measure your time? What stands out as being a significant part of it?
Enjoying my morning java,
P.S. For more coffee-related ruminations (and a revolution), please click here.