Messenger: #FiveMinuteFriday

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It came to me like a whisper. The water seeping up through my floor. It would lead to three days of moderation. Of "ok, you've got fifteen minutes max to shower, flush toilets, fill water pitchers, brush teeth, and whatever else requires water."

I could have seen it as just an incovenicence. It still is. With the bathroom mirror in my living room, a hole in the floor and wall, a vanity removed and no working sink.

But that water swept into my life with a wave of grattitude. After years of seeing commercials and short films of mamas walking for miles to a well, or babies dying for want of water, I needed to be inconvenienced myself to understand.

To appreciate how nearly every hour I refill my bottle with cold, clean water. How I can wash and clean and water at my will. I have so much to be grateful for.

And like most Americans who should live in a sense of constant grattitude and celebratoion, I am ungrateful.

Until a messenger came to snap me out of my bubble via a leak in my bathroom floor.

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