This week, we celebrated National Coffee Day on Sept. 29 and International Coffee Day on Oct. 1 (originally Oct. 3 which is still the date I remember). These are my favorite fake holidays — or nonofficial holidays, if you want to be proper. If you’ve watched any of my videos on YouTube or Rumble, then you know I drink tea in them. (Love Tea or Madam Butterfly Green Tea are my favorites and what I’m usually drinking — If I’m not cheating and sipping coffee in my tea cup.)

What you may not know about me is that I love coffee. I’ve been drinking it since I was a 2-year-old sitting in my high chair, dunking cookies in my Pa-Paw’s coffee while he taught me scriptures. So many of my happiest memories involve coffee. That’s why I often say, “Coffee makes me happy.”

This year during the coffee celebrating week, I was having an unusually rough day. I’ve been experiencing a lot of changes in my personal and professional life which I’ll be writing about in the coming weeks. Even good changes can be stress producing, and it all just snowballed one day (and not in the good way). Granny used to tell me that things would just snowball, get bigger and better and that’s how I would know something was right for me. I had a huge “Terrible Two’s” meltdown — ugly crying and all. It was so bad that I told my boyfriend that even coffee couldn’t make me happy in that moment.

I was going through it, and I had been bottling up my emotions for weeks trying to be the strong, mental health professional doing everything right while everyone was judging me and telling me how I should be acting and reacting. It’s amazing to me how I try so hard to show grace to everyone I come into contact with — both professionally as a life coach and personally — but very few people show me the same courtesy and use moments like these (as rare as they are) as an opportunity to kick me while I’m down.

Well, on this day there wasn’t any lower to go. I was as low as I could get. All the emotional abuse I had endured in the workplace (contracting in an editorial role) had taken its toll on me, and it was coming out in the ugliest way toward the one person who has always shown me unconditional love. I didn’t like the way I was acting in that moment, but it was an eruption that I couldn’t stop from happening. Can you relate?

Now, you may be asking, what any of this has to do with finding beauty in each moment? Read on, and I’ll explain …

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