An attempted metaphor (that might have failed)

I am attempting a metaphor from my poor blistered heels, one of which has turned into a large and turbid blood blister.  Sort of a "when life give you lemons..." kind of thing.  I am admittedly proud of my blisters as they are evidence of my efforts toward doing the things I want to do in my life.  Sure, this one didn't end as well as I'd hoped, but the effort was made and I'm satisfied with that.

Yesterday was a wedding and today at noonish is a big ole family barbecue. My large and sometimes boisterous family is a good time.  I woke up today with a lot of pain, but thanks to my friends in the bottle, I'm going to get into decent enough shape to be able to attend and not stay here in bed, frustrated and grumpy on ice packs.

Side note: I've been writing like my fingers are on fire.  It is amazing.  I'm so grateful.

So maybe when life gives you blisters and they fill with blood, you figure out the work-arounds and the potentiality in so many other things.

Also, maybe just posting pictures that gross out my dad is a benefit.  When life gives you opportunities to turn the stomaches of the squeamish, one should never fail in doing so? :)