It is Funny That Way

This weekend I put my hand through my glass window in my bedroom. It was stupid, really I was just trying to jar it open because it was stuck and wham, there goes my hand.
I left it in the window for what seemed like hours but was probably only a minute, suspended in disbelief of what I had just done.

It is like a lot of things in my past though, as I think back I wonder why I hadn't seen the warning signs, where common sense seemed not to kick in. I made a lot of mistakes in my life, mostly because I was in a hurry to grow up, to be advanced, to become a woman instead of just enjoying being a girl.

If I thought things through more, maybe if I hadn't been so emotional about things, if I had used more reasoning then I wouldn't have made those mistakes. Maybe I wouldn't have banged on the middle of the window, the weakest part just like the heart. I should have taken my time and tried the ease the edges free, the hardest most stable part.

Hopefully though, my life, through all of my mistakes just like my hand that went through a pane of glass, it will come out virtually unscathed.