I woke up this morning weighed down by the knowledge that I have to grade papers, and that I need to find a new job, and that I've been extra achy lately, and that nothing is really turning out the way I thought it would. And I opened my curtains to find that it's overcast today. And I walked out of my room and caught a look at the kitchen, where I *really* need to wash dishes. And I thought I'd take a shower first, but my tub is full of plants, because I watered them all last night, when I should have been grading papers instead. And then, while putting the plants back where they belong, I dropped my favorite one, and of course it fell like toast with jam on it, except that, rather than jam, it was a bowl of dirt, upside down on my carpet. I almost cried, because, in addition to liking it when there isn't an upside down bowl of dirt on my carpet, I really like that plant, and just confirmed yesterday that it was taking well to its new pot and my new place, and I would rather not kill it, and I can't even put new dirt in it because I haven't bought more potting soil yet, because I don't have any money, and I need to find a new job, and why isn't anything going the way I want it to?
Deep breath. Sometimes, that works to stop you from crying.
And, since I wasn't crying, I figured I'd better go ahead and pick up the plant, since it wasn't going to repot itself. I repotted it, picking up as much of the dirt as I could, and sweeping up the rest, which was surprisingly effective. And I tucked in the stray roots from the new shoots, and hung it back in the corner next to the window. And I vacuumed the big patch where there used to be dirt, and it was surprisingly effective, and I don't think anyone but me will know where the plant fell.
And I sat down on the couch, and my living room was still full of light (well, as much light as it's going to be full of on an overcast day like today). And I opened my laptop to update my FB status with something about hoping my plant doesn't die, but I got distracted by this:
Which led me to this:
And I'm still worried about my plant, but I think it's probably OK. Sometimes, I think it's all ok.