Tweezers

You may have noticed that I smile more these days. You may have noticed that I smell less like dead possum and more like sawdust. You may have noticed that the dog poo on my shoe has been replaced with a spring in my step. You may not have noticed any of these things, but I sure do. I have more energy, and more time. I feel healthier, both mentally and physically. I am inspired to create and share.

It amazes me just how much something so small can either add or subtract to ones quality of life. Like a tiny hardwood splinter deep in a thumb, an irritant in life can fester. That little shard tries to drive itself deeper, following the direction of the grain while your body attempts to reject the invader. Infection sets in and you might even run a constant low fever. Your mood shifts erratically and you feel irritated. Until one day you notice a small white blister on your thumb and you absentmindedly squeeze it. Pushed out on a wave of puss rides the cause of your misery, and suddenly the world is anew. Everyone gets a splinter at some point in their lives. There is a huge difference though in those that pull it out immediately, and those that let the gangrene take over.