Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk or Sushi
by MALU BRADFORD BEYONCE
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I GET too stressed out. I would like to blame the holidays or being pregnant but I would be lying to myself. I think we all look for excuses as to why we are stressed.

I think my main problem is organization. I have so much respect for those who are organized. You know the type of person I am talking about. They always are on time, look good, never seem tired and are always pleasant.

I am not one of those people. I long to be, but I’m not. In my personal life, I am always late. I find this funny because at work I am never late. I am usually 10 to 15 minutes early. However, if I have plans to leave the house to go shopping at 11 a.m. I usually don’t leave until 11:40.

I made plans to make Christmas lunch for my doctor’s office staff. I have been planning it for over three weeks. I was actually going to make it last week; however, I got my days confused and we had to put it off until the following week.

I wanted this meal to be great. I decided to make a Asian sushi feast. The menu included four different types of sushi, chicken teriyaki, and fried rice. I had to go to three different stores to get everything for the meal. The morning of the meal, I woke up and realized I didn’t have any oil to make the shrimp.

This one little oversight ruined my entire day. I was supposed to wake up early and start cooking at 8:00 but I didn’t get up until 8:20. I then had to run to the store to get the oil. By the time I started cooking I was already an hour behind.

EVERYTHING was going good and I was actually enjoying making my sushi. I think that is why I like cooking, it can be very relaxing. I was very proud of my homemade sushi rolls. As I placed them in the lovely Christmas bowls I couldn’t help but to give myself an imaginary pat on the back. I was still running behind so I didn’t have much time to relish in my feat.

Then it happened. I was loading up the third bowl of sushi when I dropped the entire bowl on the floor. I don’t know what words came out of my mouth at that moment. My sister said she couldn’t tell what I was saying but she could tell something was seriously wrong.

But was it that serious? I made it serious. I picked up all my hard work off the floor and threw it in the trash. My day was ruined. I finished cooking and rushed out.

WHEN I GOT to the doctor’s office 40 minutes late, everyone gushed over my food. I proceeded to tell the story of the dropped sushi. Instead of enjoying watching them enjoy my food, I was still focused on the dropped sushi. Later on that night, I realized how I let stress get to me.

There were a lot of things I could have done different. I could have gone to bed earlier the night before so I wouldn’t have been so tired. I could have tripled checked my shopping list. I could have just relaxed. I let stress win.

I am sure stress will be lurking around everyone’s homes this holiday. Don’t cry over spilled milk or sushi. If things start going bad, take a breath and focus on the things that are going good.

© 2013, MaLu Bradford Beyonce,

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You may reach MaLu Bradford Beyonce at malubeyonce@gmail.com
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