Don't Cry Over Spilled Chili

Yesterday was a really strange day.  I was content sitting at my desk behind my computer with little to no interaction with anyone unless it involved technology, but the end of the day came and I was feeling completely drained.  I'm one of those people who thrive off of the energy of other people.  A people person, if you will.  One of the perks of Sean and I working together is that he gets to listen to me complain about my day if it was bad and then I tend to take my bad day out on him.  Lucky guy, right?

Well, yesterday was no exception.  I was in some sort of bad mood for some reason and the smallest joke that was made about my boho pants (that Sean knowingly doesn't love due to their resemblance of pajama pants, apparently) prior to us going to the grocery had me in tears.  I'm a crazy person, I know.  

So, fast forward to us getting home, me spending a couple of hours making chili, we filled out our college basketball brackets and at that point all was well in the future Rayome household.  My mood had evened out (probably due to actually interacting with someone other than a computer screen) and we were sitting down for dinner.  We both fixed our plates, and I walked into the living room, did this weird turn thing before I sat on the couch and then it happened.  There was chili ... Everywhere.  On the couch, all over the carpet, on the coffee table, on one of Kodah's toys (I'm sure he wasn't complaining), and the worst of it?  All over my black boots that are lined with some sort of warm faux fur that are now completely ruined. 

After the night we had I was fully prepared to just walk away, go upstairs and go straight to sleep.  Luckily, I have a partner in crime who really loves to be funny and said "At least when I dropped that spaghetti it was on the hardwood floors ..." and the annoyance of chili on my carpet had suddenly been lifted.  We both laughed, I apologized for dropping chili everywhere, Kodah tried to eat it and that sweet man of mine insisted on cleaning it up and attempted to save my boots while I fixed myself another bowl.

I guess my point in sharing this story with you today is to remind you, and myself, don't sweat the small stuff.  The "icing on the cake" of the chili stained carpet could have went one of two ways, and I'm so thankful I have someone in my life who constantly reminds me to look on the bright side.  I can be upset that I have a $150 pair of boots currently in my kitchen sink waiting to potentially be thrown in the garbage, or I can be thankful that we have enough money in our bank account to buy a new pair.  Life is messy, it's just a fact.  So, we can either choose to embrace the messiness and laugh at ourselves or we can let it bring us down.  I don't know about you, but I'm choosing to embrace the messiness of life and laugh at myself every chance I get.  

Chelcey Tate is a photographer, blogger and graphic designer based in Louisville, KY.