An insanely cranking day…
InSANEly.
A wake late, speed there,
Fly through six involved projects when I usually do three,
Right down to a crashed Outlook in the crunch day.
Drive an hour through traffic trying to get my voice back to normal.
Arrive tired.
More work:but at least I’m no supermom.
Cooked the rest of a dinner I’d started prepping yesterday.
finally got to eat it,
cleaned up.
Still not complete,
Start to pull out the bowl for the crowning ice cream.
Reach for the thin green bowl with the nick in it.
Notice under the surface of my thinking — that I don’t want a nicked bowl.
Reach for the smooth new white Korean bowl, delicate, cool, hand painted.
A gift half of only two.
Hand pulls away. Too nice, I shouldn’t. I should keep it. for someone.
Keep it for who?
Pull the bowl off the shelf and put the ice cream in.
That I shouldn’t have too much of, but I choose it. I take it, it’s MINE.
Ymmmmm.
Wait.
Why food?
I reward myself with the food without a thought.
But the bowl is too good for me?
Ok to be self-indulgent in secret, but not good enough for my own good china?
Never transmit anything unworthy of perpetuity to children.
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