Kintsugi
Sometimes things break. Cars, bowls, relationships, even people. It's just a natural part of life – unpleasant as it may be. Every time something breaks there are choices to be made; does one get it fixed or not? Sounds simple? It’s not. As a matter of fact, it can be really hard trying to figure out what is worth saving and what deserves to be tossed in the trash along with the leftover tuna fish. I’ve had a lot of things break in my life. My collarbone for one. I was 7 years old and took things very literally. So when the PE teacher told us to do a shoulder role I naturally thought that meant I was to run full speed down the mat and dive directly on my clavicle. Not only was the incident a first indicator that Olympics gymnastics may not be in my future, but it also taught me not to be first in line anymore – if I could possibly help it. My last name did start with “B” after all. Anderson had a tendency to miss PE. I also broke my two front teeth whe