Lately, things seem to be slipping out of my grip more often, mostly without major consequences. This time around, however, the result was not what I had been hoping
for.
While preparing my daily peanut butter and jam sandwich for lunch, I inadvertently let slip the jam and it fell to the floor in one swift swoop. It landed bottom
first and exploded upon contact, shards of glass and blobs of jam flying every which way. It made a muffled sound when it hit the ground, and the splatters thudded
on surfaces in a five meter radius from ground zero.
Amazingly, I thought nothing of this tremendous mess. Calmly I spent the following half hour vacuuming up the glass which had flown to every distant corner of the
house, cleaning the cabinets and walls of the reddish stuff, and then mopping the floor until it glowed.
You would have never guessed that only moments earlier a natural disaster had nearly knocked over the place.
With age one gets less stressed out and accepts change with open arms, it's all a new adventure in learning.
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