I broke a coffee cup. It was a stunning break. I was quite sad to see it; it was a favorite cup. The cup was giant but didn't let things get too cold, bright and didn't burn my hands after being in the microwave. The cup was also a gift from a friend I no longer see. So, losing the cup was a sadness.
Yet, when I told my sister, she was proud of that one broken dish. (As am I, thus the phone call.) I do tracking for my health everyday. I track my pain, my pills, my exercise. Recently my tracking says I'm sick a lot. It shows I'm not mediating or exercising like I want. However, the takings doesn't show that I hadn't broken a dish in months. I prep food before migraine days and wash dishes often enough that I don't need to clean while sick. While living on my own before I broke dishes so regularly I didn't notice until an entire set was gone.
I may miss my goals, but I notice when I break dishes now. That's good enough for me today.