Yesterday morning, I dropped a ceramic mug filled with cold brew coffee. It shattered. Coffee splattered all over my kitchen and clothes. I had a moment of irritation but then I grabbed an old towel and dragged the garbage can closer, cleaned it up, changed clothes, and made myself another cup of coffee. As I sat down to breakfast, I realized this cleared space in an otherwise full cabinet for a new mug so I ran through my head the cities and countries I would be visiting in a few weeks. All my mugs are from places I have visited - each a memory of a different trip.
Since that shattered mug yesterday morning, I've felt a sense of peace and calm that had been missing in the last week or so.
I don't know if it is just coincidence of timing or if the quiet act of cleaning up the pieces to make room for something new flipped a switch in my brain. Regardless, it's nice symbolism for the work I've been doing.
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