My reality this morning? I Ninjured myself.
The definition of Ninjury? Cutting your finger/thumb when cleaning super sharp things that are designed to pulverize other things.
I was cleaning up after breakfast and noticed that my Zoodler (I’m a huge fan of the kitchen gadget) wasn’t as clean as I would like it to be so I got to scrubbing it.
Most of it centered around the silly thoughts most of us entertain. What if I don’t do a good enough job this year? What if I don’t pass my National Board Renewal (ok, maybe that’s just a teacher thing)? What if things wholly out of my control go kablooey and I get caught in the middle of the maelstrom?
I don’t have a lot of control over most of this stuff. I go to work, do my best and work hard on renewing my Boards. Other than that, the rest is in other people’s hands.
The point is, instead of focusing on what I was doing, I focused on things that aren’t even in my purview for another couple of weeks. I focused on things I can’t really plan for or effect until I get back to work on July 25.
I took my eye off the Zoodler and I paid for it.