I’m about to head to the register when I double-back.
Isobel’s still tending to her coffee. Done stirring, she secures the lid and looks up at me before breaking out into an expression full of shock.
“A small?? Is that a SMALL?!”
I don’t need to glance down at the cup in my hand to know the answer, but I do anyway, and then I make a show of holding it up toward her.
“Yep” I say with just a hint of pride.
I go on to tell her I’ve been doing it for a while; opting for a small instead of the largest size I can find. Pretty much since the doctor told me to, actually. Which is why a grin emerges on my face. One or two small cups a day is a massive reduction for me. And the achievement feels good.
So, turning toward the register together, I remind myself to enjoy it.
Our Daily MAP Year Prompt
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What small victory are you celebrating today?
onward.
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