For the cup to be perfect it has to have the exact count of tea leaves, exact count of brown sugar grains, and exact proportion of milk – neither less nor more.
Certain days when unknown to me fairies are floating around the place, I touch the sweet spot – on others, it’s a broad or narrow miss.
This only intermittent success at perfection is what makes it a daily energizing adventure.
When it’s just so, I go….Ahaaaa
When it’s less than that, I look forward to another blue-sky’d day.
The point is – the fact that perfection is as elusive as the gossamer edge of a fairy’s wing, and touched only once in a while, is what makes life and everything about it – really interesting.