Sunday, December 14, 2008

Moving On

Yesterday, my coffee maker died.

It just quit working. No warning. No sputtering or strange noises.

It just died.

My first reaction was one of those deer-caught-in-the-headlights panic moments. No coffee? How will I ever make it through the day with no coffee?

Then, after a few deep breaths, I remembered that I could do what the pioneer women did. They boiled their coffee.

Just call me Dr. Renae, Coffee Woman.

Moka So, I placed a few scoops of the wonderful, black powder into a filter, wrapped it up and stapled it like a teabag. Then, I dropped it into a pot of boiling water, and voila! A few minutes later, I had delicious, life-enhancing coffee. I think it was even faster than my coffee pot.

Okay, I admit the pioneer women probably didn’t have paper filters or staplers, but I’m still pretty proud of my ingenuity.

Then, as I was sipping on that first, glorious cup of the morning, I realized . . . I get to pick out a brand new coffee pot!

A fleeting moment of guilt passed through my mind. After all, my dear coffee pot had just died. It wasn’t even in its grave yet – it was still sitting on my kitchen counter. It had seen me through years of good times and bad times. It had entertained guests and helped me through long nights. And it had gently, faithfully given me something to look forward to, each and every morning.

What kind of woman am I? How can I be smiling about a replacement pot so soon?

But I knew I had to let go. After all, have you seen some of those new-fangled, high-fallutin’ coffee makers they have on the market these days? My old one was just a plain old, low-end coffee maker. Now, they have the kinds that actually grind the beans for you. The kinds that store the coffee within the actual maker, and only release a cup at a time, when you hold your mug under the little spout.

And they have colors! My old one was just plain white plastic. With years of coffee stains, so it wasn’t actually white any more.

It didn’t take me long to move past my sorrow. After all, what’s done is done. Nothing short of a miracle will bring that pot back to life. It’s time to move on.

Does that make me a shallow person?


Then again, I have been guilty of hanging on to things for too long. I’ve been known to carry a grudge, and to nurse my wounds, and to wear my feelings on my sleeve for extended periods of time. Those habits have not done much to enrich my life. Instead, they have kept me from pressing forward. They have weighed me down like a ball and chain. And to be perfectly honest, I’m tired of clinging to the past.

So, starting today, I’m going to let go. I’m going to move on. I will remember the good, but I won’t let sadness or anger or guilt or anything else keep me from experiencing the great things that wait for me, somewhere out there in the future.

Wonderful things. Like a cute little $800 cappuccino/espresso/coffee maker/grinder. In red.

Or one of those nifty one-cup-at-a-time doo-dads. In a sleek stainless steel.

Or maybe I’ll just get another basic white coffee pot for $20 at Wal-Mart. The possibilities are endless.

Philippians 3: 13 – 14 “ . . . Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”


Cheryl Barker said...

Renae, congrats on the perfect excuse to get a new coffee maker :)

Renae said...

Thanks, Cheryl! heh heh . . .

Lilly's Life said...

The possibilities are endless. I went to look at some coffee makers recently and was overwhelmed - so many choices. When I was reading your post it occurred to me that some people treat others as kitchen appliances. They throw them away and replace them for shinier models and then get sick of them and the whole cycle continues on. Now that is shallow. You are just being practical because a girl cannot live without her coffee. Go for quality - one that is stylish of course!!! Great post.

Renae said...

Thanks, Lilly! What I would really, really like is to have someone bring me my coffee in bed every morning. Now that would be a great coffee maker!

Hey, a girl can dream, can't she? ;-)

Jeanette said...

Love this one, Renae! (Well, now, which one didn't I love?!) I had to read the part about boiling the coffee to my hubby, so he asked me what the pioneer women did without filters and staplers? (He knew all along, he's read so many westerns!!) I said I'm sure they just boiled the coffee in water and poured the liquid off the top, and he told me that he has heard if you boil the loose grounds and then pour a little cold water in the pot, it will drop to the bottom and settle all the grounds down there, and the top will pour off easily!! So there you go... if you can't get out to Wal-Mart real soon and run out of filters and staples, you can still have your coffee!! (Our pot was $7 at Wal-Mart and is easier to clean and works just as well as the more expensive ones we have had!)

Renae said...

Oh, thanks for the tip, Jeanette! Next time I need to be a pioneer woman, I'll know who to come to for advice! ;-)