“Growing up in a place that has winter, you learn to avoid self-pity. Winter is not a personal experience, everybody else is as cold as you, so you shouldn’t complain about it too much. You learn this as a kid, coming home crying from the cold, and Mother looks down and says, “it’s only a little frostbit. You’re okay.” And thus you learn to be okay. What’s done is done. Get over it. Drink your coffee. it’s not the best you’ll ever get but it’s good enough.”
— on my coffee cup. How true it is, especially since I grew up in Wisconsin.