52 Project, Week 49: My Cup
I have an obsession with adorable cups. I love drinking tea out of cozy mugs and lemonade out of mason jar glasses. I drink water from a glass water bottle and kombucha in a little bit of everything.
I’ve worked hard to minimize the items in my kitchen. I find the more dishes available the bigger the mountain of dirty dishes to wash. My family would rather get a new dish than put a dirty one in the dishwasher or empty a clean load, or handwash something delicate. I did most of the work and it was neverending.
So I got rid of the majority of our plates, bowls, cups, and silverware. I gave everyone one complete set and got rid of the rest. I even gave them each their own special spot on the shelf in the cupboard.
One thing I didn’t minimize was tools for making food since I do a large amount of cooking and baking from scratch. The other thing I didn’t minimize was my cups.
I love my cups. I enjoy drinking from them. They’re part of my self-care routine because they make me smile. When I’m anxious, depressed or having a bad day, they help cheer me up and calm me down.
I also enjoy serving company tea or coffee when they come over. I love to share my cups. They’re usually a conversation piece and cause my guest to smile.
I heard a story once about broken cups. All cups have a lifespan. At some point, that life will end by being broken. Whether it is by our own hand or that of a guest, that ending is inevitable. If we should have company, and one of our precious cups should break, the natural inclination is to exclaim in horror over the loss. Doing so, however, might cause discomfort and the deep remorse of our friend. Out of a desire to be a gracious and hospitable host, we should smile and immediately put their mind at ease by saying something of the like of “Oh, that old thing? Don’t worry about it.”. Later, after they leave and we are alone, we can mourn the loss of our cup and maybe shed a tear or two. Yet knowing the end was inevitable, that all cups have the destiny to be broken, it makes the loss that much easier to bear. It makes forgiveness easier to give.
So though I love my cups, I don’t save them for a special day or hide them from my company to prevent accidents. I use them and enjoy them as much as I can.
My cups are a source of more than the ability to hold liquid. My cups hold personality and character. For me, they hold memories, joy, and great comfort.
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