When I drop a glass in the kitchen and catch it before it hits the floor, I figure I’m a little too wound up. Recently I was cleaning my glass French Press and it flew out of my hands. I watched it arc through the air and head for the floor, then I kicked a nearby waste basket. The basket slid underneath in time and caught the press in its gentle plastic embrace: nothing broke.
So I figure I was WAY too tense.
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