In the last year, I’ve broken three. The 3rd a few minutes ago.
Is this a rite of passage?
Sigh.
Edited to say: They leap out of my hands as I walk through my house. From kitchen to somewhere else. It's not about the pour at all. Apparently, a gaiwan should never leave my table.
My beloved spouse isn't so sure what to make of this new habit of breaking things.

