no crying over spilled coke

A few days ago, I ventured over to my friend Kelli‘s house on my day off for a little Chipotle and conversation. Kelli gets to stay at home with her 2-year-old, Ramona, so we enjoyed lunch while being simultaneously entertained by her charming toddler. At one point, Ramona bumped into my leg and I clumsily spilled my diet coke down the side of her couch. Panicked and frustrated with myself (I don’t need help in the clumsy department!), I leaped up to grab a wash cloth when I heard Kelli say, “Oh, trust me, don’t worry about it.” She then wiped the diet coke into the side of the couch. Yes, you read that right. Wiped it straight into the cushion. To make me feel better, she flipped over the cushion to show me how dirty the other side was, and there was clearly no reason to bother with a coke spill.

It was truly a beautiful moment.

Kelli is a writer, mom, wife, editor, volunteer, chef, housemaid, and I’m sure the list goes on. There’s no use in crying over spilled coke. My over-analytical soul leaped miles of joy and inspiration in this small little moment. Thanks, Kelli, for teaching my strung-out soul to slow down and stop panicking over all things resembling spilled coke.

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