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Today I Love Spilled Soup

subfloor going down in the closet
I’m a closet sub floorer

Today I love spilled soup and the lessons it offers me. I love that I learned that there are consequences to every action. I learned that the soup pot fits under the meat drawer in the fridge but just barely and when I open the meat drawer it will drag the soup pot out of the fridge and drop it on the floor. I learned that when the soup is a particularly good one I can feel pretty bad about my bumbling ways. I learned just how amazing some peoples attitudes can be when my partner looked at the soup that I managed to save in the pot and said, “I was planning on stretching that out further and now there’s more room in the pot for that.” I love that attitude. I love that even though I’m a clumsy, bumbling old man in the kitchen sometimes, there are things I’m good at in there so I’ll just have to be more careful. I love that I’m good at other things besides, and putting new sub floor in closets is one of those things. I love when things work out, fit perfectly, fall into place, do what they were meant to, and turn out good. I love that there are many things I know how to do that are things that I can do during these unusual times. I love that I still talk to myself and mumble to myself and that I caught myself warning no one in particular this morning with the declaration, “Stand back, he’s got a hammer.”

Today I love that thirty years ago today my niece Hannah was born and she was a pretty amazing thing to have enter into my life. I love that she attached herself to her aunt and me right from the start and she still shows her love in quiet and enduring ways. I love her very much and would not want to live in a world that had never known the effervescent and spontaneous love and joy she brings to everyone and brings out in everyone.

Today I love remembering eating “Frings” at Zellers. I love that I have gotten some work done today. I love that, though I have no idea why the truck battery went dead, it has roared back to life after a day of being on the charger and seems to be very nonchalant about the whole thing, like it had been out on the town and come home somewhat the worse for wear but is over it all now and doesn’t want to talk about it, okay?

Today I love drinking my coffee here in the kitchen where I’m still allowed to write and to just hang out, even though I’m a bit worried I’ll spill something else and am kind of tiptoeing around.

Today I Love Spilled Soup

Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live on the traditional lands of the Chippewas of Nawash in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or 7 generations and my First Nations friend's families go back hundreds of generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I am a freelance writer and I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about living with ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

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Babcock, K. (2020). Today I Love Spilled Soup. Psych Central. Retrieved on August 4, 2020, from


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