Didn't make me happy of course.
But I didn't have a meltdown.
I didn't cry over spilled milk.
Not this time anyway.
I took it as a sign.
A sign that I needed to clean my bedside table.
So as I mopped up the spilled milk, I also put away (and wiped off) the jewelry and pens that were cluttering the table. I threw away the half-used tissues and the empty pill bottles (after I called to refill the prescriptions).
I made sure the milk remnants were gone and the table wasn't sticky. I wiped under the base of the cordless telephone (yes, I still have a landline) and my travel alarm clock that is a back-up to my cell phone alarm.
I wish I had not spilled the milk. In addition to wasting food, it was irritating to have to clean it up. But when would I have taken the time to clean up the table if I had not knocked over the glass?
Everything happens for a reason.
librarianintx
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