I love the word “yet.” It’s merely three letters, but it can contain so much: waiting; hope; wistfulness. Excess; overindulgence; lack of control. A catch.

What it can’t contain is my second cup of coffee, which I haven’t had…yet. So give me a second and I’ll be right back.

And here I am as I plunk down yet another cup of coffee.

See what I mean?

With “yet,” it may not have happened, but it doesn’t mean it won’t. That tiny word can change a moment of finality to a moment of poor timing. It’s a miniature powerhouse, but it does carry the risk of overuse.

Still I wouldn’t give it up.

Not yet.

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