Instantaneous anger. And I had set myself up for it.
It doesn’t make sense why I thought it would be good to put those spices up so high. That cabinet above the stove was obviously too small. Plus, those offending screws popping through from the oven hood attached below offered nothing but the opposite of an organizational advantage. But I didn’t have many options in that tiny kitchen; cabinet space was limited, and so that is where those spices stayed. Above the stove. Perfectly placed to ensure a tumbling canister of garlic salt would crack me on the head every other day.
And it never failed. Every time I opened that cabinet something would fall out. I had learned to prepare for it. I knew to open that door carefully with one hand and be ready to block any aromatic avalanches with the other. But still they’d get me.
Something would always fall out. Something would always slip through.
And not just out of the cabinet.
It didn’t take long before accidental puffs of pumpkin pie spice and unfortunate piles of paprika weren’t the only things making a mess in that tiny kitchen. Soon it was also my own acceptable attitude that was making its way straight into the trash.
I needed to do things differently. I needed to find a better solution.
And you know, eventually, I did.
This week may the solution you need present itself plainly. May you be able to master your own manner and not get tripped up by your own triggers. And should it come time to make a fresh start, may you be quick to learn from your past mistakes and simply put that “stupid cinnamon” somewhere else.