At least I have tacos

.The Americano overflowed the cup. The door of the coffee shop is open, and the cool air is irritating me. The music is loud, and it’s getting on my nerves. But I do have tacos. Breakfast tacos.

The music changes, and I recognize the beat and the lyrics: “There is a little black spot on the sun today,” and I immediately recognize the Police—King of Pain. Now the cool air doesn’t bother me. The small puddle of Americano on the plate underneath my cup doesn’t either. The music is just as loud, but I like the sound.

I get some napkins and put them under the cup. They sop up the spill. It isn’t pretty at all, but I still have my Americano and my tacos. I’m pretty sure there’s a lesson in this.

What small shift has recently turned an annoying moment into a better one for you?