Deep Cuts

I cut my right thumb on Sunday afternoon. A deep cut that still bleeds now and then and still hurts like hell. I was just trying to cook a dinner for my sons and now I feel like I’m crippled.

Have you ever tried to start the ignition of your car without using your thumb?

Have you ever tried to spank your child without using your thumb?

Try tieing a shoelace.

Try using a lighter.

Try locking your front door with a key.

Try dialing your cell phone.

Yeah. You don’t think about it much but your thumb is so vital to everyday life. Often taken for granted until it’s gone. Like a lot of things in life.

Your car keeps acting up and costing you so much money in repairs. But what would you do without it?

Your family frustrates you like no one else can. But what would you do if they were all gone?

You never call your friend. “She’s doing okay.” you tell yourself. But what if the next time you call her you find out that she’s gone forever?

I’m trying to be more appreciative of the positive people I have in my life. And those people crazy enough to call themselves my friends. I don’t want to take anyone for granted, because now I know how important everyone is to the whole puzzle that is my life.

I’ve also been doing some deep thinking. As usual.

I’m trying to figure out just what I like, who I am and how to accept those things.

I’m working through my Quarter Life Crisis and sometimes I just don’t know.

But I’m going to attempt to figure it all out.

And even if I never do, I’ll be okay knowing that I tried with all my heart. I loved with everything in me and I dared to dream beyond my own limitations.