The Toe Knows

Last week I think I learned a lesson. I broke my toe. How did I do that? Rushing around, as usual. It was in the morning before work. I was going to go for a jog, and was dragging my heavy laundry basket to my wash area. Wham! My little toe slammed right into my bureau. Boy, did that hurt. I let out a screech so frightful that my three cats stopped all movement. Then I was limping. I saw Dr. Donchey the next day. At first he couldn't tell if my toe was broken, or if it was supposed to curl in that way naturally. So he x-rayed the other foot to make sure. Yes, they both curl in funny, but it looked like a possible fracture. So, I was outfitted with a very elegant shoe (only kidding) and given a prescription for pain medication. Oh yeah, he did the "buddy tape" thing, too, and told me to pack ice. I limped out with the mule sandal and on with life. Last week was not fun. I had one out-of-the office appointment with the designer shoe on one foot and a sneaker on the other. I think the seller appreciated my determination. What was the lesson? Being as slowed down as I had to be, no gym, no running, if even for a few days, I had to learn to stop rushing. I'll even take it one step further. I am going to try to stop triple- and quadruple- tasking at work. Like, I barely finish one project or task, and I start on another, while checking my email, while on the phone, while proofreading. So far, after about three days of resolve, I think I am doing better. Zen. Centered. Aware. I'll let you know how it goes.