14/01/2026
Broken plate - Sometimes when we say or do something that deeply hurts someone, it’s like dropping a plate.
You can glue it back together…
but it will never look exactly the same.
And that doesn’t mean it’s ruined.
As a society, we place so much pressure on perfection.
We’re taught to fear the cracks — to see them as failure, damage, proof that something is “messed up.”
So when we notice them, we want to throw the plate away because we cannot bare to fail, get it wrong, grow, face the hard truth of the plates reflection and look at ourselves and this is usually because as a child, if you messed up, failed, made a mistake or got it wrong, love was withheld or you were heavily shamed, rejected or punished if you made a mistake.
But the cracks aren’t the problem. Your stories about them are. I’m not good enough. I can’t get it right. Fear of failing Etc.
When in truth they’re reminders.
Of what was faced.
Of what was felt.
Of what was survived.
They hold the lessons.
They show where care is needed.
They tell the story of growth and evolution.
We can choose a brand-new plate, start fresh…
but even that one will crack too along with the other cracked ones from the past.
Because none of us are perfect.
We’re human — and humans inevitably bump into each other’s wounds.
When something needs rebuilding — a relationship, trust, emotional safety — especially after repeated hurt, old triggers, or misunderstood intentions… it can be rebuilt.
Not all at once.
Not with big gestures or promises.
But with very small, kind steps.
Piece by piece.
Moment by moment.
And when those cracks are held with honesty, accountability, and care, they don’t make the relationship weaker.
They make it stronger.
They become quiet, beautiful reminders of what you overcame together —
and how choosing repair over perfection changed everything.
P.S. I made this drum 😊. Something I’d wanted to do for a very long time. Stay tuned for my drum post (the closest photo I could find that resembled a broken plate 😊).
