There is a scar on my forearm that looks like a birds-eye view of Cuba. It is the result of rushing through a bedroom door while carrying two plant pots, slamming into the doorknob and I will spare you the details. When people asked me what happened I used to respond that I had an altercation with a doorknob. But, if anyone would ask now, I would say that it is my lesson in slowing down. She has a sister scar on my thigh, a result of minor surgery that revealed nothing. I remember the emotional trauma that I was feeling at the time. I call that scar my lesson in setting boundaries.
I am enjoying this new relationship with my body as a witness to my experiences. We can put a positive spin on living, learning and growing. Everything is lighter when we laugh about it. We are not bound by anyone else’s choice of words or interpretation.
A Happy, Healthy, Creative New Year to all of my Jewish friends!
Love this!! And, I love your scar for teaching you to slow down.