Monday December 12, 7:00 am
Nia notices two library books resting on the ottoman. She knows they were due yesterday. In her scramble to save face and avoid fallibility she advises, “We can hop in truck and pop them through the return slot before the library opens! They’ll never know we didn’t drop them off yesterday.” She does a quick search and discovers the library opens at 9:00 am. “Chop, chop!”
“Orrrrrr —,” Thalia rolled her eyes and took a long drink from her mug, “We can go to the library later today, confess our sin, and pay the fine. What’s it gonna cost Typist… a dollar? And, we can renew them!”
“Both options have their merit.” Calliope tapped her lips with an index finger. “I’m leaning toward Nia’s suggestion this time though… We’ve already been up for hours. We’ll drop off the books… get Henny’s daily field trip taken care of… breathe a little fresh air… then come home and play with pencils… If we haven’t finished the books in three weeks, it’s time to let them go.”
“Alright,” said Tal. “But just to be clear… It’s totally okay that we’re a day late returning the books. Perfection is so dull — and mistakes are so interesting.”
What story are you telling yourself?
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