Become less clumsy and more graceful

I have fallen over once again. Sometimes when I stand still, I lose my balance and fall over. If I have a seat behind me, I can try to make my fall graceful, and pretend that I meant to sit down.

This time I didn’t have anything behind me, but I was alone, at home, so at least it wasn’t an embarrassing moment. I don’t know why I keep falling over. I guess I haven’t mastered the art of standing still. I’m usually rushing; perhaps I need to slow down and practice standing.

My entry from a week ago, Am I the ultimate klutz?, may be funny, but I could not laugh at it. However, I could laugh at my entry from today, Humor to raise morale, even though both events were much the same in their horribleness.

I was trying to figure out why I can laugh at one and not at the other. I think it’s because the first thing is an ongoing problem, while the second was a one-time event.

Looking back at a bad experience might be funny in some cases, if it is far enough in the past that all wounds have healed. But a recurring problem can never be funny, since it’s always in the present, and pain is never funny in the present.

Perhaps one day, when I’ve stopped being clumsy, I can look back at my disasters and laugh. But until then, I doubt I will find any of it funny.

Some people blame genes for their shortcomings, some say it’s God’s will. I think the only one responsible for the way I am is me. If I have a fault, I’ll try to change it; if I can’t do it alone, I’ll ask for help. But I won’t just accept it; I know I can be better if I try.

I’ve had one of the wost days of my life a couple weeks ago, (actually, the whole week was awful, but this one day was unbelievably bad) and it was all a result of my incredible clumsiness.

First, I burned my hand twice; once putting food into the oven, then again when taking it out. A few hours later I cut my finger on a can of tuna (this is the same hand as was burned). When the bleeding finally stopped, I slammed the door on the same finger; the pressure forced the blood out again, and it kept on bleeding for two days. And it turned black. Oh and I’m also covered with various bruises from continually bumping into things.

The finger-in-the-door was by far the worst part of that horrible day. When that happened I started to cry, not from the pain but from the stupidity of it all. I mean, how clumsy can a person be? And then I started to laugh, I’m not sure why; sometimes when I’m totally frustrated I start laughing.

OK, I’m not that clumsy every day, occasionally I even manage to get through the day without bumping into anything, but you can see I have a major problem here.

Well so far I haven’t been the least bit graceful. In fact I’ve been MORE clumsy. I suppose that’s not something I can help though, right? I’m trying but I slipped and fell at work (in front of everyone in the kitchen although I will admit that it was REALLY funny and then last night I slipped in the bathtub. My leg hurts and I have a bruise forming on my wrist. Nice, right? Not! Anyways, I’m still working on it… lol.