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Cry like an adult!

Yesterday morning was supposed to be perfect. 

I had woken up on time, I did some stretching and told myself it is better than doing nothing. I had asked my cook didi to make my chickpea salad, and sure she overcooked the chickpeas making them mushy but I told myself it is fine, eventually it will all be a mush anyway. 

I made my spinach smoothie, it was a detox day. I packed my lunch in my big lunch bag, and even managed to organise the refrigerator before getting ready. I decided I will have the breakfast smoothie on my drive to work, it really soothes me to sip and drive. So I put it in my glass container with a lid, since my sipper broke last week. And I went in for a shower. 

And when I stepped out to wear my shoes, my baby dog Maguna, had toppled my lunch bag on the floor. She must be looking for treats on the table. Which meant the smoothie glass had broken inside the big ass lunch bag. 

Two things happened at this instant. 

First. I realised that my morning effort was toppled over as well with my lunch bag, and I will be late to work. And I started crying. Let me explain why. I don't eat outside food these days so this little mishap meant cleaning the green muck as well cleaning the glass from the bag, and then salvaging whatever I could because I had no time to make and pack everything again. And it also felt like such a waste of my organised morning as well. And hence the tears. 

Second, and probably the more messed up realisation was that this was all my fault. We have been trying to change the feeding time of our dogs for a few days and because of the season change, they get hyper and hungry in the morning. If I had just been more aware and fed them before going to shower, Maguna would be calmer and sleeping, and would not go hunting for treats on the table. 

So you see, it wasn't just tears, it was a loud crying situation. Once I started crying, a dam of sorts broke and I just could not stop. I think this realisation that my parents won't come to fix this situation for me, and the fact that I can't just bunk work to recuperate from my outburst, hit me a little too hard.


So like a good adult, I cried to let it all out. 

Instead of chopping onions and tearing up for catharsis. LOL



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