I've been literally and metaphorically off-balance since the election. Half-asleep and fighting depression for the first half of that period and falling all over myself in the second half. Early last week I fell in the pool while coaching - it was 40 degrees and I was fully clothed for outdoor practice in waterproof shoes and parka when I went in. To their credit, the athletes did not laugh at me - they were horrified. As if I would drown in 3 feet of water ... but the weight of my winter clothes could have been dangerous in the deep end.
Three days after that unique incident, I slipped and fell outside the same outdoor pool and landed solely on the middle finger of my right hand, fracturing the tip and nearly detaching the tendon. It's my first verified break and it's now splinted for four to six weeks. My acupuncturist said that this middle-finger fracture was hugely symbolic, to which I replied "Do you think??" I am literally walking around giving a red-taped middle finger to the world.
"Accidents are not accidents," she calmly countered. "The universe is trying to tell you something and you were not listening, so it whacked you with a 2 x 4."
I'm officially now all ears for whatever the universe wants to say . . . probably "slow down, take care of yourself, try to block out the raging ridiculousness of the current political scandals in Washington." I'm not entirely sure, and it's difficult to type with this blasted middle finger.
To add to the craziness, Rob is home sick with either Covid, bronchitis or pneumonia. He tested negative for Covid but I don't believe it. Apparently he wasn't taking care of himself, either, and got hit by his own universal 2 x 4. Lesson to readers: work on self-care and don't ignore the obvious signals - you want to avoid the big universal whacks on the head!
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