Band-Aid, please.
I remember when I was a child, and having a band-aid seemed to solve all sorts of minor injuries. More often than not, I didn’t even need one. I think it was more the ritual of having my mom set me on a stool, carefully put the band-aid on, and kiss the “wound” that had this soothing, sugar pill effect on me. As I got older, this became less acceptable. As a ten year old, I couldn’t figure out what the big deal was. Just gimme a band-aid! Kiss it and make it better! I’m in AGONY, ok?
I’ve been feeling the temptation to just put a band-aid on it lately. Rather than letting myself heal and take the more painful, splinter-pulling actions, I’d prefer to simply slap on the quick fix. I know I need more, though.
Looking a specific sugar pill example-birth control. If you only take the pill on the “sugar days” (guess that could mean more than one thing when talking about birth control…), you’re gonna get pregnant. It’s ridiculous to think that the mere action of swallowing something, ANYthing, with a glass of water will do the trick. Unless you take your medicine, you’re not gonna get better. And so, these next few months (hell, it’ll probably take longer), I’ll be going through the slow, sometimes arduous process of healing. If I truly want to get to a better place, I need to
take.
my.
time.
While it will have it’s hard moments, that doesn’t mean there won’t be an occasional spoon full of sugar to go down with it.
