Lately, I have been rushing around here, there, and everywhere.
- Rushing to get to work.
- Rushing to do my job.
- Rushing to get from A to B.
- Rushing to eat my food.
- Rushing to get these posts written for this blog.
- Rushing to comment on other blogs and to catch up, as I’m so behind.
- Rushing to rushing to rushingtorushingtorushingtorshgto
Whilst I’ve been rushing, I’ve noticed the usual things that hold me up… red traffic lights, traffic jams, people really taking their time shopping, items of food being out of date when at the supermarket checkout so I have to wait for the supervisor (who wasn’t there) to come over to sort things out, which was after waiting in the queue for at least twenty minutes only for the cashier to be on their changeover for their break as well… and breathe…
I should really have been paying attention to these signs.
The Universe has been telling me, rather showing me, to slow down a little. I’ll still get to where I need to go, I just don’t need to get there right now. I can see those words appearing in front of me, whilst I sit impatiently at the traffic light.
Needless to say, I didn’t pay attention.
Last night, I had to do rather a lot, as usual, and I wanted to get things done. I ran my errands, and, walking (walking = as in a walking race) home with the final part of my errand (food from a delicious takeaway!) I received yet another message.
A painful message.
I fell.
My inner Mr Bump is back
It was dark, but I’ve walked this same journey every day for the last goodness knows how many thousands of days. OK, not always in the dark, but last night was no different to any other. Apart from my tripping on something that wasn’t there.
Luckily, I was carrying two bags of food, so although my hands were full, and I couldn’t put them out to stop my fall, the food did a good back up job. They were expertly helped by my knee (the very same one that tends to throb uncontrollably from time to time)
I don’t remember falling per se, only getting up and thinking about the food (which was still eaten and was just as delicious!) so I even fell at great speed. And I got up equally quickly too. Not that anyone would have seen me go down, as it was dark, but you never know. After a quick look around, I hobbled in. I hastily washed my hands which were quite grazed and cut, and after eating, I checked my knee which was quite drastically bruised and cut.
Whilst I was seeing to my knee, I knew that this had happened because I was rushing. There’s nothing to say that it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been rushing, but if I hadn’t been rushing I’d have probably been a little more prepared.
But it happened, so I’m in this universe and not that one.
Today, I’ve been very achy, but where the cuts and bruises are they don’t hurt that much. I mean at all. What kind of super hero moans about a graze or two?
I’ve had to hobble around work today. I had to wait in terrible traffic when work had finished. And I’m now paying attention.
Things will get done.
I will get done what I need to get done.
In time. In good time.
Through it all, I have still felt good. These things happen from time to time, I’m using the lesson rather than dwelling on the event.
So, I’ll be a little behind in my blog reading and commenting for the next few days. But there’s nothing new there at the moment anyway…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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