Fighting a Funk with Coffee


Carrots, Eggs, or Coffee; “Which are you?”

A young woman went to her grandmother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her grandmother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her granddaughter, she asked, “Tell me what do you see?”

“Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied.

She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they got soft.She then asked her to take an egg and break it.

After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The granddaughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma. The granddaughter then asked. “What’s the point,grandmother?”

Her grandmother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity–boiling water–but each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water.

“Which are you?” she asked her granddaughter.

“When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?”

Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff?

Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.


A family member shared this on facebook, but I had no idea this morning at 5am that it would be the perfect mindset for my day. I woke up this morning in a funk. This happens sometimes, life cannot always be butterflies and sunshine (as this week showed by the never ending rain we got). But this morning the sun actually was shining, but I was not. No amount of crunches could wake me up and my mind was in other places. But I never let a little mind funk stop me from going about my normal routine because I know deep down that these feelings are temporary.
In a dark time I was the carrot. The instant something went wrong I was on the floor crying, unable to fix my situation. I have been the egg in many instances in the past. When things got bad I would block out the world and stop getting emotional. But now I think I am becoming a coffee bean with every new day (This has nothing to do with my new found love for coffee). This makes me happy and proud.
I’ll use an example of something that actually happened today. My waffle iron has pretty much resting in peace for eternity. I was supposed to make waffles today for my mom to freeze and 2 for us to have tonight while catching up on Nashville and Grey’s Anatomy. Waffles were supposed to be my grain… A few years ago I would have called my mom in tears as if the world was ending. I would have then turned into and unemotional witch with a B (sorry Hollie I do not have a potty mouth- it stems from years of being a goodie good) and blocked out the world and turned my face up at waffles for eternity. Not so this time. I did call my mom to let her know there was a change of plans and that the waffle iron had bit the dust. But then I whipped out the skillet and made her pancakes instead. And as for my grain? It changed to a freshly baked Panera bagel that I plan to enjoy immensely with some sparkling moscato and nut butter tonight while watching my favorite TV shows with my mom.
The waffle maker really got the sore end of the deal here. Because I will someday get a new waffle iron and until then pancakes will satisfy me immensely but the more appliance that served me for so many years and gave me some of my most memorable meals will never be used again!
On the other hand I have now mastered the art of flipping those large restaurant sized pancakes so Hollie and I can open up out breakfast joint in Texas as discussed this morning.
I don’t know if the funk is ended but I find myself continuing to push on today past the uncomfortable body thoughts and beliefs that came into my head. I don’t know why they popped up today, maybe I am sad to be leaving home and my parents on Sunday, or maybe I ate something. All I know is it will pass. And I have not let these internal struggles stop me from smiling, getting excited, or living.

13 thoughts on “Fighting a Funk with Coffee

  1. I’m jumping up and down and cheering for you in my mind!! I’d do so for real, but Peanut is sleeping and my new motto is “DON”T WAKE THE BABY!!!!!!!” I am so proud of you for how you are getting through today, love! Look at your progress and how far you’ve come!! I hope you have a blast with your mom tonight! Panera bagels sound perfect for such things 🙂

    • Aw yes please don’t wake the sleeping baby! 😀 Thank you Caitlin for all of your support and love the past few weeks! I am super excited for tonight I am hoping wine and bagels is just as epic as wine and pancakes last week lol

  2. I’m glad you fought the funk!! Also, I’m thinking that I might have to make a trip to Texas to try out these restaurant sized pancakes. I feel like you and the pancake connoisseur will be able to whip up a good pancake. I’ll be your first customer 😉

  3. I always knew coffee was a winner 😀 Thank you for sharing that story. Whatever the reason may be, I’m glad to hear that your funk is over for the time being – hopefully it’ll stay that way! I found myself in the goofiest of funks at the beginning of the week and I have no idea where it came from or what caused it. Sometimes those days are just unavoidable, but we have to remember that no funk lasts forever and that good days are just around the corner 🙂 Hope you’re having an awesome night with your mom!

  4. Love your reaction to that situation! I mean, waffles and pancakes are basically the same recipe in different forms anyway – definintely shows how far you’ve come. I think a lot of us will and have at times acted like the carrot, the egg, etc – when I broke up with the guy I was dating senior year I was devastated and basically nonfunctional for about a month – carrot (and now I look back and I’m like, wow really? pathetic!). I don’t really think I’ve ever acted like the egg – I’ve never been much of a push-people-away person for some reason. But we should all strive to be the coffee bean! Definitely something I will be keeping in mind during this time!

    • I think this is perfect for you in this time girl. Honestly I am so proud of you and how you are facing each day and struggle. I know this time is hard for you and I hope that more days of it you are the coffee bean 😉 But know if you need a friend I am here for you!

  5. Sorry to hear about your funk, but it seems like you’re dealing perfectly. You continue to amaze me with your dedication and commitment towards self-improvement! I love that coffee/carrot/egg story…my college roommate sent it to me one day our freshman year and I never forgot it. It’s a simple but effective way to conquer the “heat” in life. Happy Sunday!

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