I just found out that I have a broken toe. How did I do that? Knocking my foot against a table in my house! Un...real!!! Of all the active things I do this is what it takes to break my fucking toe. Clearly I am annoyed because it means I have to take it easy and I can't do certain things. Having said that, I'm also ok about it. It is what it is. I can't change what happened. Mostly I am annoyed because it is a really stupid thing to happen and it is affecting my entire body. I don't have to have crutches or a cast, just buddy taping to the next toe, but it is going to take 4 weeks to heal (providing that I don't do anything apart from walking and don't injure it, again). Ugh, bo...ring. Realistically it is not that long a time; It sounds like a long time because I don't handle not being active very well. I'm just going to have to change my routine a little bit: do more yin and strength exercises at home. I am looking forward to it, in a way. Change is good, it forces me to approach my practice in a different way, even though I am yet to be super thrilled about having a broken toe... It is the first time I break something in my body, now that I think about it. Hopefully it will be the last time.