Good morning, friends. In my life I like to try and take time to find gratitude in the things that we tend to take for granted. Today I'm grateful for thumbs. Yesterday as I raced home from work I contemplated stopping by my mom's office to have a quick lunch with her but then decided I had too much work to finish up at home before my afternoon plans. I got home and began preparing a quick lunch for myself while also trying to get a quick chat in with a girlfriend via text. In my rush to slice my vegetables I also sliced a small portion of the end of my thumb off. As I rushed upstairs to get a bandaid it became apparent that wouldn't be enough. I decided to call the expert, my mom, to see what she would recommend. During this phone call I had a whole conversation in my mind but what came out of my mouth was not nearly so clear, calm, nor informative. In fact, I had passed out. In waking to see blood all around me and my phone counting time everything seemed surreal. I called my boyfriend as my poor parents raced to my aid. With his calm, guided questions I was brought back to awareness and the situation at hand. This was an entirely new experience for me. I've injured myself many times and blood has never before effected me but yesterday was different. I'm so extremely grateful for my amazing parents that rushed to my aid. I'm so grateful to have made a call, even though as I dialed it had seemed silly, there must have been a part of me that knew I would need some help. I'm grateful for my amazing boyfriend and his ability to keep calm and bring my focus back as well as his gentle touch when helping me redress it last night. I'm also grateful for his patience and help as he helped me with tasks I'm temporarily learning to do one handed. I'm grateful for my dogs that laid by my side as I waited for help. I'm grateful for thumbs and that mine will heal and I will regain use of it. But as I sat on the sofa after the dust settled and everyone returned to work I noticed two thoughts floating through my head. One began as embarrassment that all that panic had ensued over my thumb as I refocused that on my gratitude and blessings (though I will admit there is still some embarrassment I feel as I share this story with you all). The second was "what is my lesson?" I believe there is always a lesson and the most obvious one yesterday was patience and mindfulness. Obviously if I had been paying a little more attention to where my finger was on the mandolin and slowed down my task this may not have happened. But the bigger sign to me was in patience for what is important. I couldn't help noticing the irony that in rushing home for a quick lunch it took me an extra 2-3 hours dealing with this injury than the hour lunch with my mom would have taken AND both ways I was clearly meant to see my mom yesterday. I made the choice. Next time, perhaps I will remember this lesson in patience and taking time for what, and WHO, is truly important and I will slow down to spend time with the people I love. I'm grateful to have learned this lesson and grateful that the injury will heal. I'm grateful to be so blessed with so many people that love me. I'm grateful for thumbs that allow me to do so much that I sometimes take for granted. (space bar). And I'm so grateful to share my lesson on patience with you so that perhaps you may learn from my lesson instead of choosing it yourself. What lessons will you choose today? Will you take the time to learn that lesson gently or will you need something eye opening? May your lessons be gentle and loving. May you take the time to be mindful and give gratitude for all your blessings. Thank you, have a beautiful day!
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