Painful (literally) life lessons

I have decided I must have a masochistic streak buried deep in my subconscious. I seem to have an innate ability to harm myself, usually in minor ways, due to actions that I just don’t think through or seem to happen. Maybe I need to apply some Buddhist Mindfulness into my world. I have in the past year and a half sliced my hand open and needed stitches while slicing a bagel, which to be fair was not as stupid as it sounds, and was very uncomfortable. I have messed up any number of muscles and joints thanks to not paying attention while walking/exercising. I almost killed myself in heels in my work bathroom more than once thanks to marble floors…well the list goes on and there is a lot of stupid/thoughtless incidents not worth the prolonged chronicle.

This week’s edition…I had to get gussied up for a professional situation and the only way my suit slacks (or trousers, take your pick) looked right was in a certain pair of very cute, perfectly deep red, pointy toed, a bit too high for comfort stiletto heels. They looked fabulous, but by the time I had been in them for the few hours of my professional engagement, well, my feet hated me. Lovely blisters and painful calf muscles complained for days. I have no one to blame but myself, but damn it those shoes made the whole outfit! A smarter person would have found a better way to make the outfit work, or maybe had the foresight to get the trousers hemmed…but in this case I did not have said foresight to think the situation through. This will now be added to my mental list of Self-Inflicted Things to be Avoided! Maybe one day the lessons on the list will stick and I’ll stop inflicting harm…but I doubt it if it's Cute Shoes vs. Unsatisfactory Outfit, the shoes always win.