Wrong

This morning I’m thinking about how often I’m wrong. 

How often am I wrong? The answer to that question is: All the time. I am absolutely riddled with holes in reality. Take this morning for instance... 

It literally took me three coffee cups to make one cup of coffee. This is because I wondered if I even needed a coffee filter when the hole was so small in the bottom of the one cup ceramic pour over filter holder. I decided to see what happens without the filter. 

It was a huge mess after that. With the holder full of coffee, I put a filter into a second cup and tried to filter out the grounds from the first cup. It fell in. So I spooned the grounds out of the filter holder and rinsed the thing off and made a normal cup of coffee in a third cup.

I somehow ended up with grounds in my coffee anyway. I’m fine with the coffee grounds because they remind me that I’m not old and set in my ways. It’s much better to be wrong every single day than to go through life believing that I’m right about everything and cut myself off to learning and experimenting. 

I may never make the mistake of thinking I don’t need a coffee filter to make coffee again, but I’m going to make tons of other mistakes and discoveries because I’m willing. I’m excited to push boundaries and ignore the instructions. I will try new things that will succeed and fail. I’m absolutely ridiculous, but it works out for me as often as it doesn’t.

I’m happy to be wrong every sinday, because that’s how I learn. The coffee is really good, by the way. (final version not pictured)