Yesterday morning at 8:30 I was in the final throes of getting ready for work. Most everything I do is backed with a great deal of energy—including brushing my teeth. I’d just spent a good 5 minutes gargling and leaned forward enthusiastically over the sink to spit when WHAP! I slammed my head into the shelf on our medicine cabinet.
My glasses went flying, I’m surprised they didn’t break. The impact made my knees buckle, which slumped me to the floor, clunking my chin on the basin counter on the way down. Tears sprang from my eyes as a natural reflex. Len heard the THUNK! followed by the fall, and came running.
“What happened?!” he shouted.
“I just knocked myself silly.”
“Your forehead’s bleeding and it’s starting to swell.”
While applying Neosporin it occurred to me… “Get the camera, quick!”
“Why?” he asked.
“This is tomorrow’s blog,” I said with a grin.
I’d just been writing a piece about chronos time and kairos time as it relates to memory and was so caught up in it that I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing and nearly knocked myself out.
The moral of the story? Be mindful. What's the rush? There’s a Zen proverb that says: When walking, walk. When eating, eat. Click To Tweet