Dear Humans,

When I made coffee this morning, I spent a good 30 seconds looking through my mugs for the perfect one. I have a lot of mugs, I have no idea where most of them came from, and most of them I refuse to drink from. So I have to search.

Last weekend at World Market I had a vision of buying 12 stackable, identical white mugs and cleaning out my mug cabinet(s). I thought it just might be the thing to set my life in order.

But I didn’t. Because life isn’t a plan to be carried out. Life is to be lived. And real living leaves you with cabinets full of mugs. And each day we get to choose the right one.

Sincerely,

Mr. Heimbuck