People de-friend on facebook and de-tweet on twitter, so my recent decision to throw out a work mug was my non-electronic delete to an unsatisfactory year of my life.
Every time I sipped scalding fluids from the logo stamped cup, I tasted failure. Especially my failure to leave sooner. But it also reminded me of how I thrive when I do work that I love. The mug of failure and success. Think Janus in 8 fluid ounces.
As I was cleaning house for my father's visit yesterday, I held the mug. It had a tiny crack right through the ghastly cheery branding. I HURLED it into the garbage. Goodbye to all that! I don't need you anymore. You have been de-mugged. Thud!