I left the house this morning, as I usually do, groggy and in a rush. I always make sure to bring my keys, my phone, my meals, and my water bottle. As I was approaching the main road, I realized that I didn’t have my water bottle with me.
I often get double-takes when people see me with this half-gallon plus jug. I carry it with me everywhere. Having it within reach encourages me to drink water instead of artificial alternatives, it prevents me from having excuses to swing by a fast food establishment “just to get a drink,” and it usually ensures that I meet my daily water intake goals. This list of benefits and others were swirling through my head as I idled at the stop sign this morning.
“I have a cup at work.”
“The water there is nasty.”
“I have a jug of good water in the fridge.”
“I’ll never know how much I drank.”
“I have time. It’s less than a mile.”
Back and forth I went. If it isn’t obvious from the photo, I did return home to get the water. Funny, I wouldn’t think twice about turning around to get my cell phone.