I Lost It Over a Spoon. Here’s Why That Matters.

How the smallest things reveal what we’re really carrying.

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Little things speak loudly.

After a particularly hectic week, I’d held it together through deadlines, demands, and dirty laundry.

And then I dropped a spoon on the kitchen floor.

Clang!

It was the trigger that destroyed my façade of strength, as tears of frustration threatened to spill from my eyes.

Stress doesn’t always show up in loud, obvious ways.

Sometimes, something as trivial as a spoon hitting the floor releases a dam of emotions.

So, pay attention to small things.

My life didn’t fall apart. My spoon did. And that was enough.