Well, I just smashed my finger between my ring and the door jam. Ouch. There's a deep welt from the sudden pressure (actually, it's very nearly a cut), my finger is swelling up, and I am certain there will be some sort of bruise before the end of the day. It hurt, I gotta say it. A lot more than I would have expected.
I had been in the middle of trying to get a surprise ready for my boyfriend, (which is why I was hurrying), and I wanted to just keep doing what I was working on. I tried to move straight from smashing my finger to that task without pausing, but the level of injury demanded that I take a moment to asses my wound and breathe as I let out the pain. And then my mind did one of those things it does:
Sometimes we become physically injured enough we have to stop and asses how we're doing. Why do we have a hard time letting ourselves do the same thing when we are injured emotionally? An injury is an injury. It's valid to simply make sure that you're ok when you have one, whatever the type. Sometimes, what I need more than anything is to stop and breathe the pain out. I think that's ok, and I think we could do better in acknowledging pain--not getting lost in it, but just saying, "Hey, this feeling is present." I think it helps us move forward more easily.
Just something I thought today.
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