Sunday, the Reset

I do inventory on Sundays.

Not just physical inventory, though I do that too. I count the bags. I check what sold this week, what's running low, what needs to go into next week's roast schedule. But there's another kind of inventory that happens alongside it. A personal one.

What did I give this week? What did I receive? Where did I fall short? Where did I surprise myself?

Sunday coffee is made for this. I brew it slower than any other day. Sometimes I'll sit with the cup for an hour, just moving through the week in my mind, not to judge it but to learn from it.

This morning: our Costa Rica Tarrazu. A reliable, well-balanced cup. Full body, medium acidity, caramel sweetness without being cloying. This is the coffee I reach for when I need clarity without stimulation. When I need to think, not react.

The week that was: two wholesale inquiries (following up with both Monday). One delivery that arrived with a bent bag seal (replacing it, no question). Three new subscribers. One subscriber who cancelled with a note saying they're moving out of DuPage County. I wrote back to say we ship nationally now, just in case.

Small business is mostly this. A hundred small things, each of which could go either direction. The ones that go well feel like permission to keep going. The ones that don't are data, nothing more.

I've learned to hold the week loosely. To note it and release it. Sunday is for the accounting, not the ruminating. There's a difference. Accounting says: here is what happened, what does it mean? Ruminating says: here is what happened, and I will turn it over until it becomes heavier than it should be. I try to stay on the accounting side.

The bags are counted. The roast schedule is drafted for Monday. Amanda has a list of what we need from the grocery store. The week is ready to close.

There's a peace in that. In a thing that was open being settled. In the messy middle of a week becoming a completed chapter.

Sunday coffee says: you made it through. Whatever this week asked, you met it. Rest now. Monday is coming, and it will ask new things.

But that's for tomorrow.

Right now, the Costa Rica is warm in my hands, and outside the window, the neighborhood is quiet in that particular Sunday way. I'm here. The week was real. The coffee is good.

That's enough.

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