Life doesn't stop happening just because it is the holiday season. Nope, life just keeps moving along dealing us the occasional blow to keep us paying attention. The best laid plans must be pushed aside to fix an insistent problem.
Today I was feeling pretty sassy. I had managed to get into see my doctor early and I drove home knowing that I had plenty of time to finish some holiday projects.
When I got home I went into my kitchen to make some granola and noticed a puddle on the floor. I opened my cabinet under the sink to discover a wet mess. One of my shut off valves had developed a steady drip; it must have been dripping since Saturday when I fixed a leaky faucet.
So, I began emptying the cabinet and emptying the cabinet and emptying the cabinet. Some things were thrown away because they were sopping wet. But I was amazed at the amount of cleaners, polishes, detergents and sponges that I had accumulated in this one cabinet.
I had a decision to make now that my cabinets are drying out and I am waiting to clean my kitchen up: Should I feel awful and defeated or should I enjoy what remained of my morning. People will be fine if they go one year without my granola and why should I allow my joy to be diminished by the plumbing.
Bad things happen during the holidays. Bad things happen for no reason to good people. It is not what has gone wrong that should form us, but how we react to it.