a lesson from a bruise
There's a monstrous bruise on the outside of my left thigh.
To be fair, it is healing and it has been healing, but god, it's not pretty and I admit I'm a little self conscious about baring it to the world in all its greenish purplish glory. But it's summer and shorts must be worn or else I will die of heat stroke.
I wish I remember what I did to get it though, because I honestly cannot recall what happened. And that does make me feel worse, because great, such an injury was caused by my typical clumsiness, not some fluke of circumstance.
Again, it's healing and I'll be over it soon enough. But at the moment, it is a constant blaring reminder of my lackluster ability to care for myself.
Ah well. Maybe I needed that.
I do tend to treat my body like it's either indestructible or just not even present and there has to be a better approach. I need more balance, more gentleness, more attention, not this weird carelessness I've got going on.
~nan