Coffee is a thing for me.
A part of my morning (and midday, and afternoon…) ritual that I look forward to each and every day.
Recently I decided to ‘up’ my coffee game and got an espresso maker.
It was love at first cup.
Admittedly feeling like a bit of a weirdo for getting excited about the look and taste of my morning cuppa, there was just one thing missing…
The cups were too small.
I wanted a big cup.
A ‘normal’ sized coffee.
The machine was creating beautiful magical deliciousness, but the volume was just a *smidge* too small for my liking.
I went into diagnosis mode, trying to figure out how to get this thing to spit out more coffee.
Reading the manual, polling people on Snapchat, trying to get to the bottom of the issue.
But everything I tried failed.
Adding hot water after it brewed — nope. Tasted weird. Too weak.
Running the coffee cycle twice — nope. Totally gross. Over-brewed and burnt.
Here I was, in full-on Goldilocks mode, testing and tasting a ridiculous number of combinations trying to get it *just right.*
Totally missing the point.
Not satisfied and wanting more, I was missing out on experiencing what was right in front of me.
Which got me thinking — how many other opportunities am I missing out on?
How many other experiences am I diminishing because they aren’t what I *thought* they should be?
How many other times have I wished for something more when what I needed was right under my nose?
So today I’m consciously working at forgetting “more.”
Of thinking I don’t have “enough.”
Because the harder I look, the more I’m finding that more is less.
And enough is enough.