Ounces of You: a proclamation on values, life, and (most importantly) coffee
May 12, 2017
Fact: Starbucks sizing doesn't stop at Venti. Did you know that? (most of you probably did). Starbucks, in all their glory, actually offers a Trenta sized cup, which holds 31 fluid ounces.
Now there's a number of reasons I think a 31 ounce coffee from Starbucks is wildly irresponsible, starting with the painfully overpriced, over-roasted liquid that would be going inside that giant cup — but now I'm just starting to sound pretentious. The other reason is that it would likely send me into a Trenta-sized caffeine induced anxiety attack and nobody needs to see that.
These were the thoughts running through my head as a friend shared her experience with drinking a giant, Trenta coffee on Wednesday afternoon and the ensuing hyperactivity and shakes (surprise!).
Because bigger is not always better. and more is not always more. Especially when the "more" is overpriced, over-roasted things you don't like.
Sometime in the past few months, I hit a wall. I had no extra motivation to take on new projects. I could barely force myself to keep up with the ones I’d been relentlessly devoted to just days before. I stopped feeling the desire to make progress because I’d somehow lost the ability to see that my progress was actually taking me anywhere. I just kept staring at my cup, my big old "Cup O’ Life," and thinking about how full (or not full) it was. I had been so blindly focused on viewing myself as a “glass half full” kind of person that the moment it didn’t feel so full, I lost sight of myself.
I just kept looking at the amount of liquid in my glass and willing myself to see it as half full — but I couldn't.
When I really thought about my cup, I kind of felt like it would never be full. And even if I could see it more positively, someone out there would always have a bigger a cup than me. Someone is probably ordering Trenta Starbucks or drinking out of one of those soup bowl mugs as I write this ...so even my half full glass is pretty meh when you think about it.
But here’s the thing: I don’t want a glass that's half full or half empty of over-roasted coffee, or bad beer, or cheap vodka, or... *shudders* ...Diet Pepsi. If you offered me those things at a dinner party, I would politely decline even if I was staring down into a totally empty glass.
I don’t want a cup that’s half full or half empty of just anything. I want a glass of what I like and if given the option between an entire glass of crappy coffee and small, three ounce serving of my favorite blend brewed to perfection?
You can bet your ass I’m taking those three ounces and savoring every sip.
Sometimes it’s not about how much is or isn’t in your cup. It doesn’t matter if it’s half empty or half full. What matters is what kind of half-whatever is inside the cup. Sometimes it’s whats inside the cup that matters.
...and if this is how I choose my coffee, beer, cocktails, and food, why should the rest of my life be any different? Why should my art, career and hobbies be subjected to the same value judgments? If I love the things inside my cup, why should it matter if it’s half empty or half full?