--Over the years there have been a few thing's I’ve had to come to terms with. And have been better for the experience. And some well lets just say I’m working on them.
--One of the thing's that's getting harder as the year's creep along is falling down. No longer are those tiny tumble's easily shaken of and laughed about as brief moments of whack a doodle ness. Now it seems even a tiny tumble will try to set me back a few days with enough extra aches and pain's to drive a sane fella around the bend. Lucky for me I guess I’ve never danced to close to the normal edge to be judged either way.
--And even though on bad days I’ll plot my trips about with great care, it must be woven into my dna somewhere that I’m going to fall on my butt. Because no matter how careful I am it seems for some reason or another I always end up on my butt at lest once a day.
--I find it amazing really. How in the Sam hill it keeps happening is beyond me but it's slowly convinced me that I’m just a natural born klutz.
--That being the case I still maintain the ever forward approach and keep moving. Even on those days when any sane person would just sit and contemplate the meaning of life rather than taking a tumble and upsetting the apple cart.
--I guess it just goes to show even old dogs are a bit slow at times....
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