The Fall

Setting The Scene

Tripping over a bump in the pavement while trying to avoid a sprinkler system jetting water all over the sidewalk, I flailed in what felt like slow motion onto the ground in the middle of a 4-lane thoroughfare.  Lying prone with my cheek on the warm smooth pavement, four questions consecutively and immediately rushed through my mind.

  1. Did anyone see me?
  2. Did I check for traffic?
  3. When is the pain coming?
  4. Can I turn this into a blog post?
The only difference between myself and the gentleman above is I had my shirt on.
Photo by nic on Unsplash

Blog Post Ideas

Jumping up self-consciously and returning to my jog albeit with a limp and blood running down my leg, I pondered ideas to turn a seemingly negative event into a positive, chew-on-this epistle.

Should it be about pushing yourself too hard?

No, my excited walk can hardly be called pushing.  Even the snail who lapped me agreed that wasn’t an appropriate angle.

Should it be about failure and picking yourself up again?

Nope…it didn’t resonate as true, and in my writing, I at least strive for authenticity…even my authentic self changes moment to moment.

Then, it hit me…virtually weeks later…seconds after the dog inspected my wound and gave it a lick.  Yes, dogs are gross, but at least their mouths are cleaner than ours, so not likely to go septic.

Sometimes, bad things happen for no reason.

I know hardly an epiphany but bear with me, it’ll get better.

Waiting For It To Get Better

Sometimes the only reason for a sucky moment is to provide contrast and illuminate those things we do want in our lives. For example, a glass of spilled milk makes us appreciate a clean floor.  Or a hole in our favorite sweater can illuminate how lucky we are to have hole-free clothing. 

And sometimes a fall can make me appreciate how much I love being upright and unwounded.

That’s it…no great revelation, but here’s where the chew-factor comes in.

The Chew-Factor

I choose whether I put my focus on the fall, agonize how I got there and berate myself for my lack of grace or I can use the contrast to put my focus into appreciating those things I don’t think about in my daily life like:

  • Gravity.
  • The sympathy of the others, in particular the nursing home residents at the window who rubbed their hips in commiseration and that of my family which I exploited thoroughly.
  • Access to medical care –  The nursing home was next to the hospital…in case I needed it which I apparently didn’t…skinned knees and elbows don’t rate high on the triage list. 
  • And that while I don’t bounce like I used to, I don’t break either.

Here’s to looking up or at least above ground level.

My attempt at more sympathy.

Simple Things Make Me Happy

Squabbling over some prime sunflower seeds, the two Chestnut Chickadees chase each other around my feeder.  I find it baffling at times how birds can waste time arguing with each other when there is obviously plenty of food to be had by all…. are they siblings perhaps?  Hanging at odd angles, the Stellar Jay calmly dines aware that other than the cat that saunters through the yard on occasion it is the big kid on the block. Chittering away, my yard is alive with all the neighborhood birds that care to frequent my feeder.  Like a soap opera if you sit and watch long enough, you observe little dramas…the little one that seems to have to opportunistically sneak seed here and there, the boisterous one that is the first one to fly to the feeder after they are all scared away and the ones that seem to be prefer ground-level dining (I think they are the organic crowd).

This simple thing makes me happy.

These days, I find myself comparing the price of what something costs to the amount of enjoyment I am procuring from said activity and have come to conclusion that free or low cost makes me happy.  High-cost activities come with high expectations, and high expectations most often leads to a feeling of being let down or lacking.

Peace begins when expectations end – Anonymous Buddhist quote

This week, I watched a cheesy movie with my son on a weekday morning (I felt like such a rebel!).  If I had paid movie prices, I would have been very disappointed. Since it came from the library with the price tag of free, I had no expectations it would be good, looked forward to making fun of the cheese and saw it as an opportunity to knit and hang with my son.

This simple thing made me happy.

My sister, niece and nephew are coming for a visit this weekend, and I get to make my nephew a birthday ice cream cake.  Sure I could buy one as my nephew would not even notice the difference and would probably even prefer the store-bought cake, but I enjoy the kind of cooking where you can throw together a bunch of ingredients and see where they land, and very few things are as forgiving as an ice cream cake to give you that creative license…have you ever heard “Ewwww, too much Oreo.”  I think not.

This simple thing will make me happy.

And happy is where I choose to be.

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less. – Socrates