Frustration

It was stringing tiny glass beads on twine and knocking over a bottle of seed beads that did it.
Usually I string along, one bead at a time.
This time I made the string too long and the beads had to travel too far to connect.
I chose the tiniest shards of glass and the lightest twine imaginable.
It is like the frustration of a long distance relationship, when there are neighbors to date.
It is like twenty shots on goal and not one making its way in the net.
It is ordering food off the menu.
It is asking the time and learning how a clock is made.
It makes calm people into raging rivers and raging rivers into tsunamis.
I don’t complicate my life.
I am putting the beads down and having a cup of coffee.

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