The Little Comforts in Life

 


This morning I’m at Pups and Cups enjoying something of a different variety: a Hyperhound, as the owner and employees call it — a wild little combination of energy drink and syrups that somehow creates one of their signature flavors.


Normally, I’d have my trusty Butterbeer or Caramel Macchiato. But today, things had to change. I don’t have the luxury of sitting here with a hot cup of coffee until it goes lukewarm — my son has football practice twice a day until school starts next week, which means my two-hour window before my husband’s shift is cut down to just one.


Everything will slide back to normal once school starts again, but in the meantime my brain feels scrambled by the change. Funny, isn’t it? This routine hasn’t even been mine for that long, and yet it’s already embedded deep enough that the shift is throwing me off.


It’s strange how we latch onto little comforts and let them hold us steady. Things that shouldn’t feel like a big deal — swapping a hot drink for a cold one, or, in my case, getting acrylic nails put on again after months without them. And yet those small comforts change everything. (I literally texted my husband about how much better I felt with my nails back, and he thought I’d just had a caffeine rush šŸ˜‚).


So today, I’m giving myself permission to lean into those comforts. To let the small things ground me while everything else swirls. Writing will be here tomorrow — but for today, it’s about noticing the little things that keep me steady.


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