Me a lesson.
How do the coffee filters play into my frustration? A gentle wave from an inanimate object that says, “hello, I see that you're bothered and it's bothered me in the process”.
After months of solid and smooth pour overs, the filter does it's random thing where it just gives up entirely and I have to start over.
Refilter the coffee, but still creating a sludge, giving up, and giving in.
Drinking the sludge.
Drinking the sludge of my own frustration, a friendly reminder that we are also bothered as much as we prefer not to be.
I can only laugh, at myself, at the situation, at everything.