Acceptance

I’ve never been one to save anything. Those kids who save their Halloween candy so that it lasts until Christmas… I wasn’t one of them. I never could save so much as a candy cane until the end of the Christmas Eve service. I’m the kind of person who bites ice cream and looks at the dessert menu first. I’ve accepted this.
When it comes to tea, I need a big mug. Not a deceivingly tall mug that actually holds the same amount as the one that your fifth grade teacher kept on her desk for pencils. A real mug. Some might call this a soup bowl. The size of the mug is imperative because of the hastiness in which I like to drink it. I’ve accepted this as well.