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This is a story about me. About a cup of coffee I forgot. But let’s be honest, you’ve probably been there too.

So there's a cup of coffee.

Once hot, brimming with promise. Now, it sits. Cold.

And us? We’re somewhere else. The emails, the calls, the meetings.

The chaos that carries us away.

The cup of coffee didn't stand a chance.

We brewed it with intention. We poured it, thinking, "This is our moment." But the world, it had other plans for us. Tasks piling up, demands that suddenly can’t wait.

And so, there it is, sitting abandoned, like a great idea we meant to follow through on.

There's something about that cup. It speaks volumes about the nature of things. How intentions lose to urgency. How moments meant for us can slip through, undrunk.

The world is loud. It takes what it can, and then some more. We live in an age where urgent and important get confused every hour. Where we surrender our attention for just one more quick task.

And all the while, our coffee grows cold.

But here's the thing: It's still there. We can take a moment to warm it up. To sit, to breathe, to reclaim a small part of our day. To sip slowly, even as the world tries its hardest to pull us away.

It's not just about coffee. It's about intention. Presence. Remembering what matters and how often we let it drift.

The forgotten coffee isn't just a beverage. It’s a reminder. Of the small joys we leave behind. Of how the chaos only wins if we let it.

So this morning, let’s go back to that cup. Take a sip. Let it remind us: Life’s urgency is never-ending, but this moment is ours to choose.

PS: Tea works as well...