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In her forty-two years of life, Morgan was never one to follow through with the commitments she made to herself or to others. She did what she absolutely had to do to get her paycheck and keep the peace. But, it was quickly becoming clear that this wasn’t proving to be a beneficial thing. Where exactly was her life headed? The contents of her purse were making it painfully obvious.
When Morgan considered her encounter with Donna at Café la Claire, she questioned which was more important– happiness or the initiative to be happy? Why wasn’t she experiencing either of these?
She was still in need of a job, but she wasn’t anywhere ready to tackle a job search today. Baking was the one thing that added a spring to her step, so Morgan decided to go out and get more ingredients. The day was warm and she was spending entirely too much time with her legs crossed underneath a desk. So, today she decided she to walk the streets of this somewhat urban town and let the sun hit her pale skin.
She took her purse and sunglasses and headed out. Before picking up baking supplies she decided to stop at the newsstand to pick up some reading material for her pleasure.“Become the Owner of Your Life” was what one of the articles was titled.“Hmph, I wish.” She said outwardly.
“One of those days?” The owner was standing right next to her and she barely noticed until he spoke.
“Oh, sorry, I must have been speaking out loud.” She apologized.
“Don’t be sorry. But, just know, nothing bad lasts forever.”
“What if it felt like forever?” She said, laughing, but mostly serious.
“Well, you may not have the knowledge right now to get out of something bad or start something good, but you definitely have the resources.” He looked around him.
“I guess so.” She still wasn’t offering her full attention and let her mind drift into pictures of women in next season’s fashion and headlines of the latest affair.
She read headline after headline until she suddenly stopped and looked up at the stranger. She felt immediately mortified that she had just glued her eyes to a gossip magazine.“Yikes.” She left a few bucks on the stand and took the original magazine encouraging her to own her own life.
Dan was right. What was she spending her mind on? Which parts were actually attributing to her life? And which parts were actually wasting her time?
On her way to her favorite culinary supply store, she noticed a small shop she hadn’t seen before. The storefront displayed beautiful pyramids of canned tea, each with a unique photo and message. The day was warm, but not too warm for tea.
Upon entering the store, she could feel a sense of well-being all around. It was a feeling she could stand to have a lot more often. She read the labels of each tea and smelled the samples laid out.
“Thank you, Louise! We’ll see you next time.” The man behind the counter waved to a woman just leaving. He came out from behind the counter to reorganize some displays and offered Morgan assistance.
“I’m just looking. I’d love a cup now, though.” Morgan requested from the kind man. She couldn’t help but smile when she looked at him. He seemed to have an agreeable grin whether he was interacting with someone or not.
“Any in particular or shall I surprise you?”
“Um, well I was never one for surprises, so I’ll say yes to that!” They both laughed and he we
