Then comes the fall.
No, literally. Morning fell, or more accurately I fell this morning. I was coming back to my bed after turning off the alarm and of all things, my big toe got caught in my pajama bottoms and down I went.
Of all the times I've been afraid to do something because I'm afraid to fall and it ends up happening anyway, when I'm not doing anything worth falling for.
I guess there's a lesson in that somewhere. Besides the pain that I'm in (and will probably be in tomorrow as well), there's the silliness of the whole thing. It's not a great story, such as "I fell while skiing", or "my foot slipped while climbing mount Everest," or "I was wrestling against The Rock."
I guess I need to realize that not only do small things produce major results, but even when you live a life safely, so that you can't fall down and go boom, sometimes it happens anyway.
Of all the times I've been afraid to do something because I'm afraid to fall and it ends up happening anyway, when I'm not doing anything worth falling for.
I guess there's a lesson in that somewhere. Besides the pain that I'm in (and will probably be in tomorrow as well), there's the silliness of the whole thing. It's not a great story, such as "I fell while skiing", or "my foot slipped while climbing mount Everest," or "I was wrestling against The Rock."
I guess I need to realize that not only do small things produce major results, but even when you live a life safely, so that you can't fall down and go boom, sometimes it happens anyway.
posted by Miz @ 8:59 PM
2 Comments:
At 12:20 AM,
Marianne said…
I like the Mt. Everest story. My father had a cut on his hand that he always claimed was a saber scar. When I was a teenager, my grandma told me he cut himself accidentally when he was a little boy. It was a good story though!
I hope you didn' hurt yourself too bad!
At 10:47 PM,
marrie said…
I hope you are alright. I'm always having minor falls, the most recent public one was at the gym. I was walking down the steps, there were only three of them, and somehow I lost my footing and fell, right in the middle of the "Man" area, where all the buff guys lift weights. I was so embarassed, I started laughing like a loon.
I also fell in the parking lot of my Doc's office when I was 7 months pregnant, for no apparent reason, and when I was walking out of my husbands workplace carrying my daughter in her baby carrier when she was a newborn.
The good news is, I've never broken a bone.
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