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My Latest Wake-Up Call and Its Consequences — An Unexpected Mess
I thought I was a mindful soul — apparently not.
I was being a “good wife” and pouring a soda into my husband’s 24-ounce glass when in my haste, I knocked it over. To make matters worse, I hurriedly tried to grab the drink in an attempt to avoid a mess and hit the one-liter plastic bottle of sticky icky soda, and it too tumbled over! That’s a heck of a lot of soda.
I now had a mess on my already full hands. The flood spread like a tsunami over the countertop, gushing over the stovetop and cascading down the side of the island onto my somewhat clean floor.
After I tended to this sloppy muck, I questioned why and how did this happen?
The answer was immediate — my mind was not on the action I was taking. My mind was barely involved at all — it was wondering what I would write about next.
The spillage gave me something to write about, but the main point is — I was not present in the action of pouring the soda.
I usually pride myself on my morning meditation. And my walks in nature with my dog — usually noticing my beautiful surroundings and attempting to stay mindful of each moment.
