Sure enough, the porcelain had cracked on one side from spout to handle.
If my life were a novel, what would this foreshadow? What is my author trying to say about my narrative arc?
What's your teapot?
Take my teapot as an example. The crack in the teapot could foreshadow a fight I will have later with my husband. Or it could be a crack in my self-confidence at work that starts a downward spiral. Downward spirals make for great drama.
What is your small moment trying to tell you about the story of your life?