This is probably the second egg I’ve broken in the past few months, which is not a happy thing considering the price of eggs these days. It is, however, a lesson in going with the flow and not letting a broken egg ruin the day that follows. The past perfectionist in me would have thrown a conniption fit over such a thing, railing against the injustice of the world and whining to any and all within earshot (sorry Andy) until I made some small sense of it.
The relatively-new non-perfectionist in me takes it in stride, quickly wipes up the mess with a few paper towels, and carries on with the day. Not the biggest deal in the world, probably not even worth a blog post, but there is magic in making something out of nothing, and accepting the nonsensical side of the world is integral to being at peace in this place.
