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Writer's pictureHarper Ease

A Latte Spill, A Lesson in Humility, and The Birth of a Journal

Updated: Nov 3

Being a nurse in the emergency department of a busy New York hospital means one thing for sure—there is no room for being late. But let me tell you about the day I was not only late, but I made a grand entrance that left me humbled, embarrassed, and yet, oddly inspired.

 

It all started with my morning coffee, as many stories do. That day, I was running behind schedule (what’s new?), but I decided to make a quick stop at my favorite little coffee shop around the corner. I could already picture myself holding a warm latte in hand, the steam rising gently as I sipped and prepared mentally for the shift ahead. Little did I know that I wasn’t exactly on the path to a peaceful start to my day.

 

I grabbed my latte—a perfect blend of foam and espresso—and stepped back out into the bustling morning crowd. With one sip, I felt the soothing warmth fill me. But in my haste to get to the hospital, I wasn’t paying much attention to my steps. Just as I was thinking I had a moment to relax, I tripped slightly over a raised sidewalk crack, and in that instant, the cup jolted, spilling my beloved latte all over my scrubs.

 

I froze. You know that sinking feeling when you realize you’ve just made a massive mistake, and there’s no undoing it? That was me, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, coffee running down my front, while a few passersby gave me sympathetic (and a few amused) glances.

 

What’s worse? I was already late for my shift. I could feel my face turning red, half from embarrassment and half from the frustration of the situation. I took a deep breath, trying to decide my next move. Going to work covered in coffee wasn’t exactly an option.

 

I hurried into the hospital, but instead of heading straight to the emergency department, I made a quick detour to Same Day Surgery, hoping for a miracle. And there it was—a fresh pair of scrubs, ready to save me from my latte disaster. One of the nurses there looked up, instantly noticing the coffee stain still visible on my front, and burst into laughter.

 

“You’re in luck,” she said with a chuckle. “We’ve all been there.”

 

I smiled, though I was still feeling sheepish. “Mind if I borrow a set?” I asked.

 

“Of course, but you owe me a coffee story in return,” she joked, handing over the scrubs.

 

Changing into the clean scrubs felt like hitting the reset button on my morning. I walked into the emergency department slightly late but ready to face the day. Still, the whole thing had me laughing to myself throughout my shift. Every time I smelled the faint aroma of coffee on my clothes, I remembered how quickly things can go from serene to chaotic, all thanks to a latte.

 

Later that evening, as I sat by the fire reflecting on the day (cappuccino in hand this time, not a latte—lesson learned), I couldn’t help but think about how many moments like that one I had experienced over the years. The mishaps, the stumbles, the times when things didn’t go as planned, but still worked out in the end. It dawned on me then that maybe this simple, relatable moment—one fueled by my love of coffee and my endless scramble through life—deserved to be captured in its own journal. That night, the idea for Sip of Latte Daily Journal was born.

 

I imagined a journal that would remind people, like me, to slow down, savor the moment, and laugh at the little things—like spilling your latte right before a hectic day. After all, life’s about more than getting it right; sometimes, it’s about finding joy in the chaos. So, in the end, my latte spill didn’t ruin my day—it gave me something much more.


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