Saturday, November 24, 2012

Downs and Ups

This holiday season, I am thankful that I's and O's remind me to turn lemons into lemonade, and downs and ups to turn falls into flight. I believe it was the great Douglas Adams who said that flying is merely falling down and forgetting to hit the ground. Okay, I've paraphrased that incorrectly. It should be:

The Guide says there is an art to flying", said Ford, "or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything 

I was talking to a friend recently about my last brain dump, and she was saying that she prefers when I look forward and not back. While I do agree that living in the Now is best, sometimes the present is a tantrumming child which doesn't deserve the attention. Also, if I were truly going to live in the past, I would not dwell upon these past two years; I would certainly be grasping further into my youth and the relatively infinite promise it held.

My Now is a near-constant reminder not to forget the lessons of the recent past and the limitations they've inflicted on my present. I was originally envisioning this post as a "fall log," but I don't actually think each of my stumbles warrants description, nor do they negate the progress I've made. They've ranged in personality from frightening (my first, in the bathroom); to dramatic (the flipped desk chair); to amusing (the Nestea Plunge into the waiting arms of Melissa Whitaker). They've all been somewhat unexpected.

Case in point: about a week ago, while bending down to pick up the trailing electrical cord for our bathroom space heater – something I'd done successfully every morning for the previous month – I neglected to evenly distribute my weight between my left and right feet and suddenly found myself tipping to my left. With a thud I was on the floor, though, fortunately, only hit my hip and not from a great height. At the sound of my collapse, Jamie and Wyatt rushed out into the hallway, concerned I'd injured myself. The bright side is that I was not hurt and was able to stand up on my own. It was mostly a bruise to my ego. As much as this and all my other lapses have been frightening,  they are necessary reminders to remain vigilant. But they are also my Cecelia, shaking my confidence and leaving my family in a state of unease about my safety.

No pun intended, I don't want to let these little setbacks get me down. As much is I have to focus on my footing, balance, and safety, seeing myself as either stable or fragile can be either a jinx or a self-fulfilling prophecy, respectively,  leading to mishaps.

So long and thanks for all the turkey.

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