Dropping the Pot
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“I’m going to bring these in. Then can you help with the Mother Ship over there?” I gesture with my elbow to a massive clay pot holding a Peace Lily.
“You’ve got it!” says Seda. Best teammate ever.
My leafy co-workers have been yearning for fresh soil and room to grow for months. It’s been my joy to repot them all afternoon. Proudly, I carry them back to the office, one by one.
“Aiiich!” I squeal as a twenty-pound glazed pot slips through my wet fingers. I watch in slow motion and cannot replace my grip in time. The plant and its earthenware shell land with a crash on the rug. Bits of pottery scatter.
“Oh no!” Seda scoops up the pot and checks its resident. “She’s ok,” Seda says with relief. “And look! It’s just the saucer part that broke. The actual pot is fine!”
“Yes!” I hoot, and then it occurs to me. “Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way,” I say.
“What?” asks Seda.
“Dropping a pot,” I tell her. “We’ve decreased the odds of doing that again. Perfect timing to get experienced before tackling the Mother Ship.”
Seda laughs. “I love you!” She hugs me.
Ten minutes later, in fits and starts, we scoot the black hundred-pound pot through our house on a burlap sack. The Peace Lily trembles with every shove, as Seda and I grunt and giggle her into place. No further breakage.
Finding flow when things go bang is easier with preparation and practice. I prime every morning for the best possible day, and I hone my vision to recognize what I want when it comes in.
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