Broken

She made her morning coffee in her favorite mug and proceeded to the office...
The calico watched, precariously, from atop the file cabinet, not knowing what her mood might be that morning, as she went about the daily morning wake up ritual.
Although, she was a morning person, she needed her time, she wasn't capable of handling a conversation until her morning coffee was done. She had nothing to say, she needed to deal with herself.
The house was silent and she was pleased. She lifted her mug to her lips and felt a rough place, she didn't think much of it at the moment, there were emails to answers.
After several more sips of her morning coffee, it came to her...the mug was broken, well not exactly broken. But it was chipped. This mug that had been with her for over 12 years was chipped.
As she looked at the little rough place in the side of the mug, it came to her....It was much like her life.
Slowly it was chipped away, at times she felt broken. Chipped, when would be the next chip?

How much more would it take to be broken?


Broken? She's not really the type you can break, yet, she sat there that morning and wondered where she was headed. Could it be that she had come to the end of herself and it was time to make a decision?
Decisions always scared her and she always doubted her decision, even when she didn't want to.
And life had challenged her once again.....
Once again, she was faced with doubt and anguish about the next move, however she never ceased to consider first what it would do to someone else.
But at a point that a decision had to be made, she gave herself one more challenge!
Because that's what she lives for...the next challenge!