Thank you, God, for allowing me to break my hand.
Lessons learned from a broken hand:
My husband does know how to clean the kitchen
I do too many things every single day
It’s really hard to floss left-handed
I need to do fewer things every single day
I love working with an assistant
My daughter could run the house on her own, for sure
I have an unnaturally strong aversion to medical professionals
Taking things at half speed is often more productive
Taking things at half speed is sometimes maddening
When I don’t exercise regularly the depression cycle sets in quickly
My hand is on the mend now and the splint is off so I can type (normally) and write again which I missed sorely!
I’m pretty sure breaking my right hand is one of the only things that would slow me down and I was going too fast, obviously. So, I see it as a necessary part of the journey I am taking.
What would it take to slow you down? Or, if you are pretty slow, what would it take to speed you up?