i used to be one of those girls who fell a lot. more than other people.
in high school, it usually occurred somewhere around the pool (way too many times off the swim block; trying to walk from the equipment closet to the pool with fins on; the epic time i went running to the bathroom right before a race, and i went sliding across fifteen feet of pool-juiced cement).
In college, I frequently fell down staircases and all sorts of uneven sidewalks. (One time, a girl in my ward admitted she thought I had a secret drinking problem because she saw me fall so much.)
But the last couple of years... I've been doing really well with the awkward moment section of my life. I've been slightly graceful... for the most part.
Shoot. The last two months have been a really entertaining string of humiliation. HUMILIATION. and awkwardness. It's fine. It's fine.
My boss told me today that life is just awkward. She said, "What can we do?"
Thank you. Thank you. To everyone who still loves me despite the fact that sometimes I completely fall apart... i really really really appreciate it.