Breaking up is hard to do…wait. No it isn’t. I broke a plate a few days ago. I live in one of those households were the dishwasher has a name. It’s mine. I wasn’t upset. In fact, it gave me a sense of satisfaction, not because I was angry and it felt good to break a plate. The broken plate gave me a sense of satisfaction because seeing something broken always feels like there’s a possibility for something new. Out with the old, in with the new as the saying goes.
A broken plate felt like the symbol of transition, a change is coming. I didn’t fear it. I relished it. It was a beautiful plate. It still is in its brokenness. A previously complete set isn’t complete anymore. I could go to the store I bought it from, get a replacement and put the set back together. Do the same old thing, but I knew I wasn’t going to do that. Truth be told, I already gave the cups to the set away several months ago. I felt the winds of change even then, so no, there would be no repurchasing of the same plate. The breakage puts me at three plates from a set of five, five salad plates, five bowls, and zero cups. I guess I only break plates…and those cups I broke before I gave the remainder away:-)
I came up with a clever plan where I would buy one place setting at a time, each with a new pattern, complementary coloring of course. In the end, I would have eight new place settings with different patterns with similar color schemes. I thought it would make for an eclectic table, and my dinner guests would always have something to talk about…and I would be entertained. It felt like a neat way to live life as well. I wouldn’t conform to the same old pattens everyday. I could live an eclectic existence, and do something different on a regular, not quite daily basis. It gets me out of the same old routine and I get to explore new ways of living. Change is inevitable. We can be as careful and cautious as we want, but breakage is bound to happen. No need to fear it. Let it take you on a new journey. Buy a new plate.