I was just told by my dishwasher repairman that I am listed as an "Abusive User" on their service log by the last two repairmen that serviced my dishwasher.
I gasped. Declared him to be ridiculous. Ranted about the poor design of my dishwasher and left the room, slightly grinning.
You may ponder the accuracy of the verdict, knowing that I've called for a repair three times this year.
The truth: I learned I have a highly sensitive dishwasher that can't handle the slightest particle of food. So my dear dishwasher truly feels abused.
In the end, being blind-sided by my dishwasher opened me up to the unknown possibility of other gaps in my perception of self. A little unsettling I must admit.
I decided this week, instead of cursing the low performing model, I would try to use the extra time required to pre-wash my plates before washing them. I'm going to ask for openness in seeing the impacts I have on others and to be gentle with myself as I learn to do a better job finding the crumbs.
We spend so much time in front of the sink. I invite you to use that time as a moving meditation of sorts. Take an honest look inward, invite in what you need, or be open to receiving what the universe delivers, in whatever form it arrives.