Sometimes It Takes a Venti
I was going through the Starbucks line at my local shop the other day (shocker I know), and I was about to spew out my normal order I thought to myself...
"Ya know, it's a hot summer day, I'm exhausted, it's only 3pm and I have so much to do, let's make it a venti."
For those not familiar with the Starbucks lingo, a Venti would be what one would consider "a large" at any other coffee joint. Normally, a grande ( or medium) coffee would suffice. A typical medium drink for myself has 2 shots of espresso, but for whatever reason that day, I needed 4 extra espressos in my drink. Sometimes it takes a Venti.
Sometimes it takes a little more.
That particular day, it took a little more caffeine, but some days it takes a little more of different things. A little more patience, a little more energy, a little more time.
Man, talk about easier said than done. That same day, the extra shots of espresso were not enough. After running errands all day, cleaning the house, cooking, and working. I was done. I was over it, and all I wanted to do was sit down with my guilty pleasure: a bottle of wine and "Bachelor in Paradise."
However, after a quick glance at the fridge, I realized we needed a few things from the store first. Luke (the hubby) also burnt his finger that day at work, so being the dutiful wife that I am, I was just going to pick him up some bandaids at the store.
I go to the store, get my goodies, and come home. Only to drop all of it to the ground when I get home. I mean wine bottle shattered, ice cream on the floor, the whole works.
And then, I lost it. I really lost it.
Luke called from the basement to ask what was wrong, and I threw the box of bandaids at him.
That's correct. I hurled what was to be my gesture of kindness, at my own husband.
Too bad my coffee didn't have an extra does of some PATIENCE that day.
There are so many days when just a little more "something" would make all the difference.
A little more energy at the end of the day to get to the gym when we really don't want to go. A little more positivity when it's been a crummy day. A little more kindness to the grocery store clerk when you're checking out.
When I look back at all the moments that made a big difference, it's because someone chose to make a small difference with me.
Like someone buying my coffee for me, or saying I had a good hair day.
A little more feels like it takes a lot of extra effort sometimes, but think of the difference just one more deep breath would have made in the bandaid box situation. One little changed the entire outcome of the evening.
In the chaos of a moment, this can be so hard! You're already strung all the way out, you might as well just continue the downward trend right? WRONG. Take the .02 seconds and think about the one little change you can make that will make all the difference.
And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap the harvest, if we do not give up.
Sometimes it just takes a little more.
To express, explain, and exclaim the lessons life continually throws at me, and my take on how to deal.