Who Broke the Blu Ray?
There it is. It’s broke. Brand new. No one knows how it happened but it’s broke.
Ever have this problem in your house? It happened a lot to me when I was a kid growing up in a house with 4 sisters and 1 brother – 6 total. All of the sudden my dad would start screaming at the top of his lungs and we’d all scatter because we knew someone was in trouble. He’d line us up in the living room or outside on the lawn and walk back and forth screaming and then pleading with the guilty one to confess and if they didn’t we’d all get punished.
It seems to me like it would have been a whole lot easier (on us all) to just confess as soon as the incident happened. But that’s not usually how it worked. Usually you’d just pray nobody would notice or that you’d be gone when they figured it out. It’s nice to be an adult now. I don’t have to worry about someone screaming at me when I break something. Just the other day I broke my exercise tape. I was a little upset with myself and the vcr that ate my tape but it really wasn’t a big deal and then my husband told me he could fix it and I felt a whole lot better.
Stuff gets broken. Most times it’s no one’s fault. You don’t set out to break things and when it happens you take note of what you did to create that experience and try not to repeat it again. It’s an opportunity to learn, certainly not anything to lose sleep over.
So the next time you break something or find something broken take a nice deep breath and know that everything is always in divine and perfect order. And remember, it could be worse. Your dad could be screaming and grounding you for a month! ♥
UBC: Day 22