Today I was in super girl cleaning mode. I have this desire to purge. It really clears my head to remove things in the physical realm.
In my haste though, I broke a very lovely fish bowl. It used to have the catfish in it, and countless of other beautiful goldfish. I loved that bowl. But if I ever had to leave in an emergency, I would have left it behind. So it's OK it's broken, I'm just a little sad that I probably broke it subconsciously.
In the past, it's always when I am rushing that I break things. I broke a lovely glass terrarium for my orchid because I HAD to move the dresser immediately-(I was rearranging the bedroom.)
I moved pots around in the kitchen cupboard in a haphazard fashion and one thing led to another, and a pot fell on a glass decanter I bought for Melvin one Christmas.
I have problems with glass. I love glass but I have a rough history with it. I hate to think that I get rid of things by breaking them. Especially the ones that I love.