A morning that began with a broken mug ☕️💔

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I made coffee, carried it into the room, and tripped over a slipper. The mug shattered, the coffee on the carpet, and I was barefoot among the shards.

I picked it up, dried it, brewed a new one. I sat down in a chair and thought: a good day doesn't start with coffee. It starts with how you cope when everything goes wrong.

I coped. And you can cope.

How did your morning start? 🤍