“A man with no enemies is a man who has no character”
– Paul Newman
While on a phone call with my brother, we were talking about the Characteristics of fight or flight. We talked about two people in general at his office.
The first person flew under the radar. He didn’t make a lot noise and although he knew where he stood on his opinions, he kept them to himself in order to avoid ruffling the feathers of others.
For the last couple of days I’ve been battling a soar throat and doing my best to remain sanitized and away from the rest of the family. Outside of my throat being sore though, I never felt achy, coughy, sneezy, or fevery, which was a good thing. But yesterday, Ethan (my 7 year old) felt I was getting too much attention and decided he was going to one up me with a fever.
Being sick can probably seem pretty interesting to a child, laying around all day, watching cartoons, playing video games maybe, or if it’s the school year, being able to stay home.
While making my pot of coffee this morning I chuckled a bit. Scoop after scoop I was making my coffee just the way I love it. DARK. I even set my brew quality to STRONG. I love my coffee with a rich bold flavor, just the way Starbucks makes their regular blend. Matter of fact, we buy our coffee (extra bold) from Starbucks and/or World Market just to get it the way we like it.
7 years ago, though, my opinions were way different. If you would have given me a cup of rich bold flavored coffee, I would have curled my lips and thought it tasted burnt. That 7 some years ago, I was just entering into a business lease in downtown Rochester, MI. My office happened to be right across the street from America’s favorite coffee house, Starbucks.