Broken

So, this happened at 630 am. The perfect start to my day. It was the proverbial straw that broke the camels back. At that moment, I sit there on the floor, legs crossed amongst the mess feeling a lot like that broken bottle. The amount of red hot sauce that had spread to reach more corners of the kitchen floor then what possibly was left in the bottle and that shattered glass seemed to be a perfect symbol.

I had two choices. Number one, I could do nothing but sit there amongst the mess I made wallowing in the misery, focusing on how long it will take to clean up, how late the start of my day would be or how I might even cut myself. Of course, also, what could have been with all the uses of the hot sauce that will never happen now.

Or choice number two, take a deep breath, stand up, grab some paper towels & a mop. Stop wasting time and clean my mess up!! Start fresh and move on!

Oh, and next time don’t place glass bottles so precariously on a shelf!