I just spilled about 1/4 of a huge pot of soup all over my hands, the kitchen counter, and the floor. No, not the soup in the picture. It was a baked potato soup that I had lovingly prepared for the second time in less than 24 hours because it was just that good.
And as I was trying to transfer the soup to a Tupperware container, and I lost control of the heavy pot, and the Tupperware tilted, and soup poured everywhere...I was struck with the memory that this wasn't the first time I'd spilled the soup.
The first time I will never forget. Everyone in the house was feeling down, and so I'd made my (really amazing) chicken noodle soup. I'd poured lots of love into that thing, and then, at the crucial moment, I spilled almost half of it all over the stovetop trying to transfer it to a Tupperware. I remember being so stricken at the time that I wanted to cry, but could only laugh.
When you make a catastrophic mess you can either get angry and sad or swing so far the other way that you're actually in a better mood after the disaster. That's what happened the last time.
And it's what happened this time. See, I'd gone to the kitchen in the first place to make myself a mug of tea so that I could retreat to my studio, grab some cards, and indulge in a little tarot-therapy. I'd been having a rough day, feeling very overwhelmed, and was desperate to feel better.
That was the plan.
Then I saw the cooling pot of soup and figured I'd get it in the Tupperware and then into the fridge first.
Only, as I've already told you, that's not what happened.
Baked potato soup everywhere. The first thing I did was smile. Sure, it was a bit sardonic. Here was a soup that I had worked so hard on, which was so crazy delicious, and at least two or three bowls of it were now completely wasted. I licked the soup off my hands - I'd be damned if I was going to let that go down the drain - and stared at the mess for a few moments.
I'm not really that clumsy. So why, once again, was I spilling the soup? And once again, why was it when I felt so bad to begin with that such an event should normally plunge me into even deeper despair?
I puzzled over that as I cleaned up the mess. See, I'm no stranger to disaster striking when something isn't meant for you in the first place.
Your car breaks down because a bigger issue needs to be addressed, for everyone's good and everyone's safety.
Your old toaster oven breaks because it was a fire hazard to begin with and you deserve a better toaster oven.
But perfectly good, delicious, hard-earned soup? Pure waste. It'd be easy to slip into that thinking: This is why we can't have nice things. Shit happens. You don't get to keep the good stuff for long. Etc. Blah blah blah.
But that line of thinking is utter crap. That's not the reality I experience. If something goes wrong, there's always a reason.
So what was this one? Well, I had been moping away a perfectly good Sunday. Lots of great things have happened in the past week, and lots of great things are coming up, but still I was making my present moment miserable.
I was, metaphorically and symbolically speaking, spilling the soup before I'd actually spilled the literal soup.
I get that now. And I'm sharing the story to remind you to look out for that. Especially when you lose something that didn't need to be, and "shouldn't" have been lost or ruined. If you're energetically spilling the soup it may only be a matter of time before you repeat that in the physical world.
Mind your energy. Think of the soup. :)