Creature of Habit

I have an inexplicable and heart wrenchingly attachment to my mug. Every morning without fail I reach for it; it has a fading pink colour and chipped edges and even as I see it withers; I cannot replace it.

Perhaps I am a creature of habit or perhaps I can’t seem to let go of the past in a world that moves dizzying fast.

Because in this mug are years of my life.

A cup of burnt bitter coffee before an 8:00 am Math Exam, Green Tea to calm my nerves, before a first date, A makeshift wine glass when I had friends over, A glass of icy cold water after sweltering run on a July morning 

In the end maybe it isn’t about a mug, rather a comfort that there are many things that will change whether want or not but,

In this moment I can choose to drink my coffee from my pink mug.

-SP