It Started with Creamer

We ran out of creamer.

And honestly… my life was basically over.

I was not about to go to the store just for creamer.

Absolutely not.

But I also needed the creamer.

So naturally…I decided to have it delivered.

Except, there’s a $35 minimum.

And I couldn’t order $35 worth of creamer.

Or… could I?

No. That would feel a little excessive.

So now I’m sitting there, trying to figure out what else I need.

Milk.

Eggs.

Okay, that makes sense.

Bananas, yes, we should probably be eating fruit.

And then somehow…

my cart is creamer, milk, eggs, chips, and… more chips.

Which feels less like “I have my life together" and more like “we’re doing our best.”

But then…

I start adding more.

Chicken.

Lettuce.

Brown beans.

Another creamer, because we are not doing this again.

Turkey bacon.

Pasta.

Alfredo sauce.

And four deli popcorn chickens (because when you have a picky eater, you don’t ask questions… you just prepare 😅)

And suddenly…

my cart is looking like I have hope.

Like I have plans for dinner meals.

Like maybe, just maybe, I have it together.

At the very least…I have my creamer.

And honestly, that gives me hope.

Because maybe that’s what hope looks like sometimes.

Not big plans. Not perfect routines.

Just sitting on the couch, building a cart, trying to think ahead, trying to make things a little easier.

Even if it started with a creamer emergency.

Maybe it’s not perfect. Maybe it’s a little random.

A little messy. But it’s something.

It’s effort.

It’s intention.

It’s trying.

And for today…

that’s enough.

🌿Journal Prompt

What’s one small, ordinary thing I’ve done recently that shows I’m trying, even if it didn’t feel like much at the time?