I had the perfect cup of coffee today. I really don’t know how to explain it. A little context: I’ve been looking for a job for the past couple of months, right after graduating with a degree in English. Despite what everything thinks, my abilities don’t just stop at teaching/tutoring/mentoring, although I’ve been told I excel at them. I wanted to do something more, something that proves my skills vary widely, or at the very least, show that I can do something more than be a teacher.

There’s nothing wrong with teaching: my parents are some of the best teachers I know. I’m, not just talking about teaching in a classroom, although they are great at that, rather I’m talking about them teaching about life, about how to be a decent human with a good heart. I might have been a slight disappointment in that regard, but I feel as though I’m learning.

Teaching isn’t what I want to do. I thought it was for quite some time. One of my best friends and mentors is my old high school economics teacher, and I routinely meet up with him with a cup of coffee (that he always sneakily purchases for me). I have a tremendous amount of respect for this man and what he does, and yet it’s not something I want to do.

I don’t think I’ve ever really wanted to teach, but rather was pulled into that direction due to my interests and life experiences. I went into the university expecting to become a teacher, and I came out of it wanting to do something differently, hopefully in editing and publishing. Maybe something else seeing as how I’m pretty open to almost doing anything that doesn’t involve sales.

I was in sales for what is essentially the entirety of my college career, and after 5 years, I learned that it wasn’t for me. I learned this lesson earlier, in fact, but I just really wanted to make sure. Nevertheless, after receiving my degree, I went back to sales, technically. More accurately, I’m a stocker for a store, but it’s a position that coincides with possibly helping to sell to customers.

When I wake up, I usually decide if I’m going to make myself a cup of coffee or not. For the past several weeks it’s been a no because I have to get to work very early, sometimes at 3 in the morning. For those that know me, I generally prefer making my own with a percolator, which, in my opinion, tastes the best, but I digress. I only have a Keurig at the moment, and although not the most perfect thing in the world, it does make a decent cup of coffee.

Except for this day. It was this past Friday and I woke up completely relaxed, no aches or sores or anything, which is strange because my mattress lays directly on the ground until my frame for it comes in. Having a mattress on the ground tends to make the body sore apparently. But not this day, this day I woke up relaxed and fresh. I woke up without my head running of all different sorts of ideas. This day, I woke up what I would almost describe as peacefully. And so I decided to make a cup of coffee.

And, although it was a Keurig, it was perhaps one of the best cups of coffee that I have ever tasted. Nothing was different about it, just that, for some reason, it was perfect. It’s the little things, I suppose, that makes us happy. The little things help us get through what we call our regular days.

Of course, a good cup of coffee always makes the day great.