One Really Ugly Appendage, Yo

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Mk 1:14-20 After John had been arrested, Jesus came to Galilee proclaiming the Gospel of God: "This is the time of fulfillment. The Kingdom of God is at hand. Repent, and believe in the Gospel." As he passed by the Sea of Galilee, he saw Simon and his brother Andrew casting their nets into the sea; they were fishermen. Jesus said to them, "Come after me, and I will make you fishers of men." Then they left their nets and followed him. He walked along a little farther and saw James, the son of Zebedee, and his brother John. They too were in a boat mending their nets. Then he called them. So they left their father Zebedee in the boat along with the hired men and followed him. 

I have this thumb situation going on right now. 

Hmm. How can I say this? My left thumb is, well, it's just really very ugly at the moment, I'm afraid.

Some of you may recall that several months ago, I smashed it up pretty darned efficiently. #Broken&Bloody 

That poor nail had absolutely zero chance of surviving intact. As a matter of fact, it's a wonder that I still have two opposable thumbs after how I mercilessly (albeit unintentionally) pummeled the crap out of my left one last September in the infamous "2018 Peloton Bike Seat Incident," as it has come to be known in Casa Kimerer. 

Ouch.

And, as I await the inevitable loss of this nasty-looking bugger, I find myself hiding it as often as possible. Can't even put nail polish on the darned thing because of the gaping hole between the old dying and new sprouting nails. Did I mention I bashed up my pinky nail on the OTHER hand on Thanksgiving, as well?

At least the shades of bruising and bleeding beneath the surface sorta match. #ImACompleteMoron

Sigh.

While gazing down at my putrid-looking digits routinely throughout each day, I have to admit something that might shock y'all: they both bring back happy memories.

Okay, not of the initial pain of each injury, but of the occasions they represent. The thumb reminds me of one of the first times I got to go back and visit my son after he left for college last summer and the other reminds me of having him, his girl, and two of his besties visiting the house on Thanksgiving.

So the moral of the story is: if you look past the surface, sometimes what seems hard and crusty and unappealing on the outside is really warm and sweet and wonderful deep down, after all. It can be true of people, places, situations, experiences, and even one really hideous thumbnail.

​It's all in how you choose to view it. #LookForTheBestInEverySituation #SilverLinings 

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