Ever hear the expression, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”? Well, today that happened to me literally. I fell to the floor on a walk, it’s been a while since I hit the floor that hard. I guess, part of it was it caught me my surprise, I really don’t know if I tripped on my feet or on the floor itself or I just lost balance. The point is one minute there I was enjoying my walk getting to know nature and you know running errands. The next I was on the floor on my hands and knees, trying to figure it all out. I got up, and continued walking. Dust it off and try again as they say.
It was not until I got home, and the adrenaline of the occasion had ceased to flow, that I saw the extent of my injuries. I had a bump below my knee that by now is turning colors as all bruises do. I scrapped my right foot, and judging by the pain in my left wrist as I type this I think most of my left arm broke my fall.
Today was definitively not my day. Tomorrow I have another chance to start out great and end that day the same way.
Why the positive outlook, you ask? Quite simple. I have a choice, I can drown in self pity, I can I can feel bad about the days I’ve had, or I can smile and hope I can infect the day to come with joy.
To the future and may it be brighter than today. 😀