Avocado Pit Moment

I was in the kitchen preparing myself a little snack, an avocado, simply cut in half and spoon out, nothing fancy, but oh so healthy. And as I normally do, I reach for a paring knife to remove the pit...a quick jab and stab of the pit and instantly it is attached to the knife tip and I shake and toss into the sink and gleefully walk off with my whole halved avocado. But, not yesterday, no, a little glitch in my pit removal plan. As I carefully aimed at the pit and jabbed, simultaneously I received a text message being notified by my new tone by Pink...needless to say, I am still getting used to my new smart phone which is another rantful blog altogether...so, I jumped a bit, with knife and avocado in hand, jabbing my index finger. 

After one handing my phone to check the text that jostled my concentration, what I noticed was how much it hurt, my finger, not the phone...the cut was more of a prick, totally superficial, but had the pain of a paper cut and a pin stab. Instantly, I smiled because that was normal, normal to not like pain. And it brought me back to the day I once lived in the "need for pain", the desire to feel so that I would know I was alive and a hundred other emotions I needed to express through a blade on my own skin. But, no more...pain doesn't define clarity. Pain lets us know something is wrong, that something needs attention. Wow, so thankful for the avocado pit moment.

So, today when I go for my avocado, my phone will be in a time out. :-)

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