I dropped a small fruit bowl on the tile floor, it splattered into a thousand pieces. A flurry or words flew off my lips that I won’t place here. What could I do? I swept and vacuumed to make sure every glass splinter was off the floor. Then, I reached for another bowl, filled it with fruit and enjoyed every bite. Sometimes life doesn’t go our way. If you’re like me, a few perfectly chosen words lets the steam escape, you clean up the mess, and you move on.
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