Yesterday did not start on a good note for me.
I broke three cups.
Sunday is when I usually prepare tea for the house. As I was pulling out three teacups from the cabinet, all with a single hand while holding the cabinet door with another, one of them slipped.
I watched, aghast, wanting time to stop. But it didn’t. In fact, it seemed to move faster. The cup was lost.
However, if that was not all, as I vainly attempted to catch it in that millisecond, the other two cups also dropped out of my hand.
All three were gone.
As I was cleaning up the mess, a realization struck. Maybe the second-best thing for me to do to save the two other cups was to let the first one go. The best thing, of course, would have been to not try pulling them out of the cabinet with one hand.
Life teaches us lessons almost all the time. We only need to observe well, and sometimes be prepared to hear the sound of breaking glass.