I received this as a gift from JK a few days before we parted ways. It's been sitting in my desk drawer untouched. I haven't wanted to use it because my brain automatically brings feelings and emotions into the equation (damn girlie stuff), and it makes it hard to stay focused at work. Right now I can't allow such stuff to interfere.
Today, I took it out and said "I'm using it. He can hate me all he wants. It's MY mug and I'm not afraid to use it anymore". I got a few strange looks from another trainer, but once explained, it was understood. (Nobody at work knows anything about me and JK, except bff@work. Some things are better left unspoken.)
I filled it with hot chocolate and shed a tear. Dumb, I know, but it is what it is. A coworker gave me a hug and reminded me that I'm stronger today than I was the night he left.
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