Yesterday morning, at work I needed to use the restroom. As I left my “cube” and hurried down the long corridor to the back bathroom (the quieter one/the less frequented one) I began to think I wasn’t going to make it.
As I entered the bathroom, I began to prepare for the rushing of water….but to my dismay, the threads around my pants’ buttonhole had frayed and wrapped themselves around my top button of my pants. In a frenzied struggle to free the threads without popping the button right off of my pants I began to think that I was in line for disaster. At last, by some miraculous bit of luck, I was able to loosen the threads from the button keeping the button in tact and was then able to complete the task that I came to do. Relief without disaster!
How many times (I began to think) are we a thread away from disaster? Okay, maybe some disasters are not as horrific as others but yet can be quite difficult none the less. Take a wrong turn, make a hasty choice or even make a wrong move and BAM, disaster is there waiting to change the course of your day. This little drama-de-jour of mine played out in a matter of minutes and was quite tense, with the possibility of accident involved and yet no one would ever know it had happened…at least until now. Today has been (so far) without disaster but it is still early in the morning. Who knows what lies lurking ahead today. I am both fearful and strangely excited to find out what the day holds for me…and so, my day begins.
