that little voice

Last night I heard that little voice inside. The little voice that self-help books say we should pay more attention to. The little voice that carries great wisdom. I finally heard it last night. As I was cutting a piece of aluminum with the kitchen knife I heard this voice quietly, patiently say "China, this is a really bad idea. You are going to cut yourself." My big voice booms in at this point and says "Well don't manifest it. I'll be fine and I am almost done." Punctuating my very sentence the knife slips and pierces into that fleshy part between my thumb and forefinger. I scream. Raphael runs around looking for a towel. I become dizzy and woozy, racing towards a panic attack. Ridiculous. I wonder how many other times in my life I have let whatever knife I was holding slip and injure myself on account of ignoring that little voice.