A Little Story About Pouring Coffee and Thriving from Your Life’s Work
The two are related more than you think
I used to dump it all over the countertop. I mean, the place was a mess. Like a toddler was in charge of a Starbucks or a shark was in charge of a carwash. As I dumped the remains of my morning coffee, from the mug to the insulted car cup, I poured slow — like a chemist.