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The Message of My Broken Glass

Updated: Jan 10



There is always something to learn from something! That is how I feel. Some little message. Broken glass is the gift that keeps giving. So, let me tell you this story.


January 1, 2021. Looking forward. Hope. Chin up.


I am not one to sleep late mainly because I can’t, but also because the longer I stay in bed the more my body does not love me. It needs to move. I also am the type of person who gets something stuck in my head as I try to figure out a way to fix it. In comes the shattered glass.


You know how ovens have two panes of glass on the door, right? Somehow mine was dirty inside and that streak of dirt had been driving me crazy for a while. I knew my husband would tell me to ignore it. Leave it alone. But that is not me. Those of you that know me – stop nodding in agreement!


Google is great for many things except for medical diagnoses and directions on how to clean oven glass. It sure seemed simple. Get a screwdriver. Loosen the screws. Spray Windex. Put back together. The best part? My husband would never know that I had to give in to my impulse. He was still asleep. He would not have a clue.



That was, of course, until he was woken up by my expletive laden outburst as hundreds of pieces of glass spewed all over the kitchen floor. People, I am not being hyperbolic. Literally, hundreds of pieces of glass all over my kitchen floor. Shattered instantaneously.




Fast forward a week. I have a new oven. My kitchen is put back together. So, you ask, “What is the message?” Well, there are actually two! Find the silver lining. In this case, I got a new oven! The other message is that no matter how shattered your spirit or body feels, you always have the ability to be whole. You have the ability to sweep up the glass of discouragement. You have the ability to not step on the shards of hopelessness.


Perhaps, the wholeness will not be found in a perfect body with parts that works seamlessly together. Maybe, the wholeness is not the product of perfect hips, but rather the sum of hope and perspective. In talking with my mindfulness coach, Mel, tonight, I realized that my superglue is resilience mixed in with some stubbornness. You have the superglue to become whole. You just have to dig deep. Find your "go to" adhesive. Find your wholeness through imperfection.


“I am a broken person. And I know exactly where my cracks are and how deep they run. I don't pretend to not be a broken person and therein lies the big difference. Because the truth is, we are all broken in places, but it is those who know exactly where and how they are broken, who also know exactly where and how they are whole! And we may not be whole in all places and in all ways, but we take whatever wholeness that we do have, and we make good of it. And we try hard to work on the broken parts, and we ask for help when we need it.”

C. JoyBell C.



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