Paper Cuts

The expression "death by a thousand paper cuts" has been playing through my thoughts lately. Think of this:  how the heck can one piece of paper be so sharp and how the heck can it cut to the point of causing excessive bleeding?  Plus, these nasty little slices of open flesh really sting~multiply by a thousand and ouch, that's a lot of blood and sting. Now image you do this to yourself, with thoughts, actions, mean words, disregard for yourself. Once sliced by paper, the victim of the assault can attest to the discomfort of the cut, this is akin to the invisible and just as painful slicing and dicing we often do to ourselves when we worry, criticize, critique, malign our character after making mistakes and any number of other self mutilating acts of invisible self abuse. Handle with care could be the warning stamp on seemingly innocent stacks of waiting to cut you paper...wouldn't it be wonderful though, if we too, had this label stamped on us as a reminder to treat ourselves with care?  You are wonderfully made, there is only one precious unique you, be kind to yourself, you deserve it.