Every time I walk into a coffee shop and order a coffee, they always give it to me how I don’t like it: black.
At this point it’s up to me to make something I don’t like into something I do like…by walking to the table across the room with the half & half (no sugar in my coffee anymore…it’s been a long process).
I willingly sign up for the coffee. The coffee is never what I dreamed it would be. I, every day, have to make it into what I dreamed it would be.
The metaphor is worth noting.
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