I didn't break my favorite mug. My 3-year-old granddaughter did or so my daughter-in-law said. I loved that mug. I loved the color, the shape, the handle, that it held exactly half of my French Press coffee plus milk. Oh, well. Since, it's been replaced with a mug with straight sides and a larger base so it's completely stable that holds nearly the same amount of coffee. It's a nice creamy yellow with brown flecks because it came from Wilber Chocolate in Lititz, PA. Much better than Hershey chocolate. And, it has a name because Wilber is in a nice messy big script.
The moral of this story? You'll find another mug that you'll come to love, if not as much, nearly as much as the one that broke.
You already know – life goes on. We leave things behind along the way and replace them, or not, going forward. All that matters is that we continue going forward.
Indeed! That orange mug represented a happy chapter in my life. I bought it and a blue one for my then-partner and I at Fish's Eddy, a favorite store in New York. That mug moved to San Francisco with us. It came back East without the ex or the blue mug. It held all that history but also represented resilience and continuity. That was a lot to assign to a simple orange coffee mug.
When it was no more, I let go of what I was holding onto of that chapter in my life and moved forward without impediment.
P.S. I've gotten really good at letting go of "things". As time goes by, I need less and less and that feels really good.
yeh I've thrown things out eventually, once I've got over it. When you write to process, do you still edit/restructure or just brain dump - or both at the same time? Asking as a non-writer 😅
I had something similar happen last week. Many of the manly men in my circles have some kind of EDC knife (Every Day Carry) they keep on their person. I’ve never felt the need to carry one because there are so many of those guys around, but one day I was out on my ebike 10 miles from home and needed a sharp edge, and I didn’t have a knife.
When I got home, I started researching them, and spent a few weeks in the hunt for a knife that I’d feel good having in my pocket. I finally landed on a folding knife design from Anso of Denmark, a pricy but award-winning EDC blade.
We were pummeled with tornadoes and heavy thunderstorms and damaging winds and large hail last week, hitting us every day but Thursday. I managed to get a ride in on Friday before the biggest wave of storms yet. I had my knife on my person when I came in from outside, and Linda got home the same time as I got back from my ride. I helped her carry some things in. I had my knife with me before, but when I started putting my stuff away, I couldn’t find my knife.
I was distraught. After spending all that time finding the knife, I learned from my knife-carrying brothers-in-law that I’d done very well. It’s not often that I impress them with things that I research and buy, so to see their respect and approval when I showed them the Anso Aros Balance knife brought me great pleasure. I went from a knife n00b to a knife expert with one purchase.
I spent an hour looking around to no avail. I went to the website to see how much it would cost to replace it and saw the following video. I learned that not only was this their best selling knife, due to the complexity in its manufacture, it was sinking their business and they’d had to stop selling it.
Now I was frantic. I’d found a legit great knife that I adored, and I’d lost it somewhere at my house, and I couldn’t get another if I tried. (I looked.)
So I broke out my favorite trick for finding missing things—I waited until it was fully dark, and I broke out my most powerful hand torch.
I’ve learned that using a flashlight in dark environs helps me to focus, to really see what’s right in front of my eyes.
I spent another hour looking, and found it in the last place I looked. Turns out, when I helped Linda bring things in from outside, I’d carefully put the blade down on the bench where she keeps her bags, and I’d forgotten to pick it back up when I was done.
I was so happy that I was able to find my missing blade and I’m now careful to always put it back where it belongs.
But what happens when you can’t find or fix your favorite thing?
That’s the question you’re dealing with right now. I suspect there’s going to be more to this story, and I’m following what you do next with great interest.
RIP to your favorite coffee mug, Luke.
I broke my favorite whisky glass a few weeks back.
I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop ever since.
Happy Monday, Luke.
RIP and oooo noooo not the whisky mug. I wish I’d sent you one of mine when I was making them.
Happy Monday Neela!
You made whisky mugs? no wayy.
It's the thought that counts.
Thank you, Luke ....
I did! I gave like 30 away via livestreams and meme battles back in the day haha. I’ll find a pic sometime but @Aadi Fernandes has one!
I believe you…
Early stage internet energy was undefeated.
I didn't break my favorite mug. My 3-year-old granddaughter did or so my daughter-in-law said. I loved that mug. I loved the color, the shape, the handle, that it held exactly half of my French Press coffee plus milk. Oh, well. Since, it's been replaced with a mug with straight sides and a larger base so it's completely stable that holds nearly the same amount of coffee. It's a nice creamy yellow with brown flecks because it came from Wilber Chocolate in Lititz, PA. Much better than Hershey chocolate. And, it has a name because Wilber is in a nice messy big script.
The moral of this story? You'll find another mug that you'll come to love, if not as much, nearly as much as the one that broke.
You already know – life goes on. We leave things behind along the way and replace them, or not, going forward. All that matters is that we continue going forward.
Thank you for taking the time to write such a great comment Lydia!
I’m glad u found a new mug and cheers to Wilber.
Indeed life moves on and I will find another mug and I always move forward but….
I’ve also learned its okay to grieve. It’s okay to take some time.
And….
It’s ok to be upset about something as small as a coffee mug.
Indeed! That orange mug represented a happy chapter in my life. I bought it and a blue one for my then-partner and I at Fish's Eddy, a favorite store in New York. That mug moved to San Francisco with us. It came back East without the ex or the blue mug. It held all that history but also represented resilience and continuity. That was a lot to assign to a simple orange coffee mug.
When it was no more, I let go of what I was holding onto of that chapter in my life and moved forward without impediment.
P.S. I've gotten really good at letting go of "things". As time goes by, I need less and less and that feels really good.
Letting go is a big lesson always in life and fully processing things I think is good for our souls!
Nooooo! I feel the pain. Could it not be fixed? Kintsugi style (or similar?).
No. It was in like 30 pieces.
GUTTING. Would you still keep a piece of it, more for memory and meaning than use obvs?
I’ll keep it for today but it gets thrown out. I don’t keep stuff! Just had to process by writing, used to help me a lot.
yeh I've thrown things out eventually, once I've got over it. When you write to process, do you still edit/restructure or just brain dump - or both at the same time? Asking as a non-writer 😅
I didn’t do any editing and rarely do anymore tbh and when I used to write volume it was the same really.
I only edited heavily for “how to” style posts.
When I write stories its one shot let it rip energy.
I'm envious 😂 I'm a brain dumper but need to edit so it makes a little sense at least
love how real this is. social media is such a tricky line to walk, being good at it as a form of income, but not letting it suck the life out of you.
im sorry about your coffee mug :(
thanks for reading Katie! It’s okay, I hope I can get another one made for me just as good sometime.
A perfect coffee/tea mug is a great thing. I still regret breaking a favorite one 22 years ago, had a Moose on it and was awesome.
Amazing how the top of the creator economy is really kinda extraction with maybe a dash of cult and a dollop of Mary Kay.
It’s not fun this brings me sad memories when I broke mine. It was Breaking Bad one I got as a gift. Why Luke, sad memories…
@Luke - oh, man. That hits me right in the feels.
I had something similar happen last week. Many of the manly men in my circles have some kind of EDC knife (Every Day Carry) they keep on their person. I’ve never felt the need to carry one because there are so many of those guys around, but one day I was out on my ebike 10 miles from home and needed a sharp edge, and I didn’t have a knife.
When I got home, I started researching them, and spent a few weeks in the hunt for a knife that I’d feel good having in my pocket. I finally landed on a folding knife design from Anso of Denmark, a pricy but award-winning EDC blade.
We were pummeled with tornadoes and heavy thunderstorms and damaging winds and large hail last week, hitting us every day but Thursday. I managed to get a ride in on Friday before the biggest wave of storms yet. I had my knife on my person when I came in from outside, and Linda got home the same time as I got back from my ride. I helped her carry some things in. I had my knife with me before, but when I started putting my stuff away, I couldn’t find my knife.
I was distraught. After spending all that time finding the knife, I learned from my knife-carrying brothers-in-law that I’d done very well. It’s not often that I impress them with things that I research and buy, so to see their respect and approval when I showed them the Anso Aros Balance knife brought me great pleasure. I went from a knife n00b to a knife expert with one purchase.
I spent an hour looking around to no avail. I went to the website to see how much it would cost to replace it and saw the following video. I learned that not only was this their best selling knife, due to the complexity in its manufacture, it was sinking their business and they’d had to stop selling it.
Now I was frantic. I’d found a legit great knife that I adored, and I’d lost it somewhere at my house, and I couldn’t get another if I tried. (I looked.)
So I broke out my favorite trick for finding missing things—I waited until it was fully dark, and I broke out my most powerful hand torch.
I’ve learned that using a flashlight in dark environs helps me to focus, to really see what’s right in front of my eyes.
I spent another hour looking, and found it in the last place I looked. Turns out, when I helped Linda bring things in from outside, I’d carefully put the blade down on the bench where she keeps her bags, and I’d forgotten to pick it back up when I was done.
I was so happy that I was able to find my missing blade and I’m now careful to always put it back where it belongs.
But what happens when you can’t find or fix your favorite thing?
That’s the question you’re dealing with right now. I suspect there’s going to be more to this story, and I’m following what you do next with great interest.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2ObhTjHBaQ&list=PLPgQKwuqQbjnEgqAo9id6Q5UslNezSdck&index=1