The glass went flying from my hand, into the air, almost in slow motion.
I knew, in what seemed like more than the milliseconds that passed, that
this would not end well. And when those milliseconds were over, the tiny
Curious George picture was broken into tiny pieces of glass all over my
kitchen floor. I uttered a guttural sound, devastated by both the
broken glass and by the loss of a non-valuable, yet beloved, part of my
whimsical collection of glassware. Breaking a crystal goblet might have
upset me, but breaking Curious George almost brought me to tears.
Having cleaned up the glass, I thought, "I wasn't even doing something
stupid" when it broke. I wasn't trying to fit things in obvious
non-workable spots, or handling multiple glasses at a time, or counting
on wet hands to put away glasses safely. This broken glass incident just
happened. It just happened.
I would like to think that I could control all the "just happeneds." If I
could, the glass wouldn't be broken, my time of being out of work might
not have existed, separation from all my ABC friends might never have
occurred. And yet, when I think about all of the interesting things that
have happened BECAUSE some of these things just happened (well, nothing
yet from the glass, but...), I can't help but think that perhaps it's
okay that we can't control all the "just happeneds." We would likely make
the safe choices, the choices of what we know. And while this might keep
us protected from a lot of uncertainty and stress, it would also keep
us from experiencing the new things that come along when things "just
happen."
I am still sad about my Curious George glass. But we move on. And prepare ourselves for the next thing that "just happens."
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