I fell down the steps the other day.
Boom, got the awkward part of the story out of the way.
So, no for the full story and why it’s okay.
I was walking to the cafe after a lecture. I was talking with some friends and 100% not paying attention to what I was doing at all, when all of a sudden, boom, I ate it.
I totally fell, thankfully I was only two stairs from a little landing. I quickly landed on my knees and popped back up, then carried on.
My friends were still cracking up behind me as I acted as if nothing happened.
I’m telling you, it’s all in the recovery.
You can either hit the ground and cry and whine and make a spectacle. Or, you can get right back up, fix your pants, give a hair toss and move on.
Your grace shows through in the recovery.
I think this just became a metaphor.
Happy Sunday, XOXO, Maz