I bought a new plant for this planter head. I was so excited to add some green and to get a little change. I lifted up the fellow and then set him down again but he was off-center. And he fell face first onto the tile. I broke his nose.
My first thought was “I can’t have anything.” Which is what I’ve said to myself in the past when something I like breaks or falls apart or disappears (it’s been known to happen). As soon as the words popped into my head I also knew I could still use the planter and a broken nose wasn’t the end of his world or mine.
I know the secret of embracing imperfections and this is just another imperfect specimen in the long line of broken, ripped, stained and not-quite-right-but-functioning members of our household.
So I planted the plant.
I glued on part of the nose that I found on the ground.
Imperfect but still impactful. I can live with that.
I don’t have a choice.
