Yesterday, in the depths of my daily dark despair, I went into my kitchen and promptly soundly struck my left shin against an open dishwasher door.
Normally, I would have screamed or emitted an unpleasant and painful sound however, upon this unexpected event, I looked at my shin and thought to myself, "Oh, look, I've ran my leg into the dishwasher door," in a matter-of-fact fashion.
Incredibly strange. A most novel reaction.
It was a sort of relief, pseudo a smack across the head which actually cleared my head and mind and brought me back to reality.
It hurt physically but in the mildest of ways. I felt more gratitude and clarity than any thing else. Maybe that's why I awoke, for the first time in days, weeks and words filled my cranium longing to be free and written.
In my depressed emotional state, the sharp pain was more of a help than a hindrance.
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