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Coffee & Sin

On Friday, as I went out to do what normally ends up being the daily banking. I thought I would stop in and get a coffee on my way back. To some, this might sound like a fairly normal occurence. Trust me, it’s not. Depsite being a large fan of coffee, I have over the years, become what most call, a coffee snob.

I’m fairly okay with the name and have come to terms with how people will perceive me, but I feel this is one of those occaisions where I’d prefer to have people think I’m a coffee snob and be able to drink good coffee.

So on this fateful Friday – I thought I’d stop in at a specialty bakery place that seemed to have a big emphasis on coffee. I’d often walked past and smelt their almond croissants and the coffee didn’t seem to smell to bad either. This Friday my curiosity must have peaked as I walked straight inside and asked for a regular latte. It’s a standard choice for me, and if I’ve never tried the coffee before I always ask for one sugar. Most place make it too bitter and it’s better to be safe than sorry. I watched her make it, as I’ve seen enough good coffees made, to know if it’s going to be bad.

What I have discovered, and what I am hear to tell you all today – is that it can look like good coffee and smell like good coffee – but that hardly ever means – that is IS good coffee.

This coffee was basically undrinkable. Burnt my tongue on the first sip, so I waited a full 15 minutes until I’d arrived back at work to try again. Still too hot. Added another sugar, still too bitter. Call me crazy – but I drank most of it anyway.

The moral of this story (apart from you should only drink coffee from One Drop Specialty Coffee) is soon to be told.

As soon as I drank that coffee, I got to think about sin and all the bad choices we make as humans.

For me, sin is bad coffee. A righteous life – is good coffee.

I  know that I like good coffee, I know it’s a rareity and that I have to go to extra lengths to find it. But sometimes, just every now and then, I find myself slipping. For some reason – maybe I’m tired, or I need a bit of a buzz, or sometimes for no real reason at all – I find myself walking into a coffee shop and purchasing inferior coffee.

Sin is exactly like this. Living a pure and righteous life isn’t convenient. You have to work at it, you know it’s better for you and you know it’s right thing to do yet for some reason, maybe just on off days, you find yourself slipping and choosing sin.

You purchase that icky gross bitter coffee and you cringe and you swallow – and you remind yourself to never again purchase coffee from any random shop. You tell yourself – ‘you idiot, not sure why you did that – stick to juice, or water, don’t do it again’. And you don’t.. at least for a while. Until the memory of the coffee starts to fade and you can’t exactly remember exactly why you said you wouldn’t ever drink it again.

Sounds like sin to me!

Don’t let yourself be sucked it! Block your nose when you walk past that “inferior coffee joint” (also known as temptation) and resist! Cos what looks like a good choice, and what smells like a good choice – rarely ever tastes like a good choice.

New Year Goals

Look I know it’s mid-January but a girl can still wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR right?

Happy New Year all.

In keeping with the theme I just created out of virtual thin air – here’s my new years resolutions – or goals. Goals seem better for some reason and so for each ‘resolution’ i have something by which it can be measured. A goal without a plan is after all – only a wish. I tried to have one for almost all areas of life.

  1. Get more organised – Use a diary
  2. Get fit – be able to run my current walking route.
  3. Blog once a week – readers can hold me to that one. Essentially it means 50ish posts a year.
  4. Read two books a month – shelfari.com
  5. Complete 5 things off the ‘things to do while I’m still single’ list – a post at the end of the year that shows the 5 things I completed!
  6. Read my bible and journal regularly – have a full journal at the end of year.
  7. Be supportive – have all the same friends and more at the end of the year.
  8. Say yes to good things and no to bad things – be a better a person.

Life

Today I just started watching my Dad’s favourite TV show – life.

It’s a really interesting concept for a TV show. It’s about a police officer, Charlie Crews who was wrongly accused of murder and was imprisoned for about 10 years. The show revolves around a different crime each episode that Charlie, recently returned to the force, solves with his new partner. But the underlying theme that runs through the entire program is the mystery of who framed Charlie for the murder of his brother and his brother’s family.

It’s not really my style of tv show – but the central character Charlie is quirky and interesting. They keep flashing back to a documentary someone is obviously making about the whole issue – and they are interviewing all the people involved. His ex-wife, previous partner, chief detective and his lawyer. The lawyer makes this interesting comment which has been rolling around my mind for a while.

His lawyer makes this comment.

Life was his sentence. So life is what he got back.

I’m not one hundred percent sure why it sticks with me but it does. At the beginning of a new year, you can’t help but be retrospective and introspective and all those other kinds of things. Life was taken from Charlie Crews. Everything. So when he was exonerated. They gave him his life back. They gave him his job back, 50 million dollars. But it’s interesting to see how a man tries to get his life back.

Life is such a funny thing. I’m pretty intent on living it. And living it as much as I can.

How I know I’m alive is that I kicked my leg really hard on a box lying out in the middle of the hallway. That will make a nice bruise.

A bruise is a sign of life. And that you have it or that you live it. It means you were wreckless or clumsy. Or you bruise easy. I’m not saying you should aim for bruises in life – but they are normally a sign of life.

Make sure you’re living your life. In 2011 do something that makes you feel alive.