That’s hot sauce! Crashed to the floor…glass and sauce spattered across my tiles. The scary part is I immediately thought, “I need to take a photo of that…I can probably write a post about it!”
The other reason I took a photo is because I was really stumped as to how to clean it up. I was so happy that the puppy was in his crate. Poor baby would have gotten the surprise of his life if he had gotten into that!
This was not the first fall and crash on the tiles in this kitchen. I was brought back to a time when what had fallen out of the grocery bag was olive oil…yuk! While both proved equally icky to clean up, I had to marvel at the difference in my reaction to the mess.
Years ago my first reaction was self-abuse. I called myself a stupid idiot and probably a few other choice words. I was yelling and berating myself and was so full of anger. I can remember that when I finally cooled down and thought about it, it actually scared me. It was such an overreaction to what had happened that I knew something else had to be going on.
I remember when I realized that I continued to abuse myself long after I left the abusive relationships that had plagued me. The beauty of being able to remember is that it means you are no longer doing it!
Yes, this time my reaction was, “Oh, look at that…it’s kind of cool. Almost looks like an art project.” Then I thought I should take a picture…and then I started to clean it up. No harm, no foul. Well, except for the fact that I needed the hot sauce for my recipe!
I truly am blessed and full of gratitude for the transformative healing that I have gone through. It was hard work but completely worth the time, pain, and effort.
Sometimes it is the little things in life that shine a light on progress. Who would think that my “hot mess” would show me mine?