I stuck my thumb with a pin when I was diapering my brother. My thumb swelled 3 or 4 times its usual size, giving off enough heat to toast bread. I wondered if I'd lose my thumb from gangrene while cursing the false advertising of "safety" pins. Thankfully, my brothers all made it to adulthood and I kept my thumb.
Walter Hunt invented safety pins as a way to pay a $15 debt and got a US patent in 1849. He sold the patent for $400 to W. R. Grace and Co. who made millions from his invention. (I'll refrain from commenting on the exploitation of creative output and speculation about how many people lost thumbs diapering babies.)
Hardly anyone uses cloth diapers anymore. Disposable diapers (and similar products) are a huge problem in landfills. I diapered a baby with cloth more recently and was surprised there weren't any pins. Just wrap the baby with the diaper, then a plastic wrapper fastened with velcro. Voila! Seriously, that's an even better idea than safety pins.
It may be hard to believe, but shitty diapers is actually the my better thoughts when considering "safety". The news has been one tragedy after another. Mass shootings, wildfires, hurricanes, genocides... None of these are simple issues with easy answers, and my president isn't invested in solving any of them anyway. He wants 10x more nuclear weapons. I'll agree with Rex Tillerson on at least one thing, T is a f-ing moron.
Safety is an illusion. Bad things happen whether by accident, nature, or evil intent. Should we live our lives locked in a safe room with an arsenal of guns?
Here some hard wisdom I've acquired through the years...
I am safe right now. What I fear hasn't happened yet, and may never happen.
The more I focus on what I dread, the more likely I'll cause it to happen.
Fear often comes from putting other's needs, demands, and criticisms ahead of my own best interests. Other's thoughts and priorities aren't mine and don't serve me.
All pain, emotional or physical, is temporary. Even if you have to die to get out of it, sooner or later it's going to end. The partner(s) I thought I couldn't live without got on with his life, and eventually, so did I. At some point I even realized I was much happier without him (them). My throbbing, infected thumb healed. Lots of other physical miseries eventually passed. Repeat "I am safe right now".
Breathe. Deep breath in... I'm bringing healing into my life. Deep breath out... I'm releasing what doesn't serve me. In healing, out releasing...
The painting I've been working on is all about releasing. This pin is another tiny part of it. I have a freelance project to do and I keep whining to myself that I don't want to be responsible. I want to work on my painting. Naturally, neither the painting nor the assignment is getting done -- and it's a gorgeous day outside. There aren't that many more sunny, summery days left this year...