Yesterday I had a moment, a bit of a freak out, I kinda lost my shit.
My beloved tea pot sprung a leak.
This may not mean anything to you, but my tea pot is on the stove with nearly constant use at our house. I use it to heat the water for the morning coffee, I use it to make my many, many cups of tea through out the day, sometimes I use it to warm up water to make a package of ramen noodles. My tea pot helps to keep me sane.
I like my routines. My life has changed drastically since living in Michigan. I now live on another continent, in a new country, I do not speak the local language very well, I am far away from friends and family, I no longer make my own money. I need my routines, and my coffee and tea to keep me sane and functional in the world that I live.
The death of my dear tea pot almost unhinged me. How would I make the coffee?, what about my tea?, MY GOD I want some Ramen noodles NOW!
Now, a tea pot can be found for anywhere from 10 euro to 150 Euro. I had money in my purse. I could go to the store and buy a tea pot. But instead, I lost my mind over it.
” I am not working, I can’t use my credit card to buy a tea pot if I am not working!!! What on EARTH am I doing with my LIFE!!???”
So, there you have it. I am still on the struggle bus with the changes that I have made in my life. On one hand, I LOVE my new life. Dog walking, cooking, baking, writing, all very good things. Now, on the other hand, I have given up a career and handed over financial control of my life.(To a wonderful man that I trust with my life). Those are some BIG changes for a girl who used to work 4 jobs at a time!
But, don’t worry, my anxiety soon abated. I found a nice green coloured tea pot on Amazon, Cheyenne placed the order for me with her German debit card, and soon it will arrive. I have made due by boiling my water in a pot. Yes, the situation has been quickly and efficiently handled. For anyone else, a leaky tea pot would not have been so anxiety provoking.
Life goes on.
So then, any of you ever come unglued over the little things in life, little things that clearly represent much bigger things for you? How did you handle it?
A photo of my beloved tea pot, resting on a disgusting pile of dog hair in the bin. So sad.