Happy Accidents

A hilarious (yet utterly embarrassing) incident at work today further solidified Rich thinking of me as the clumsiest person he knows. I walked straight into a file cabinet. Not a little nudge with my hip or tap with my shoulder. No. It was full-body contact. And it was in front of an audience. Awesome! Thankfully, a very kind audience who didn't make me feel like a total idiot.  Instead, one of the nice gals (who I see all the time and have always thought looks like a kind person, but now I know for sure that she is) says to me, "Oh, people do that all the time." Somehow, I highly doubt that. But, it was sweet of her to try to make me feel better.

I have had a long history of doing completely klutzy things. Thankfully, none of them have seriously injured me, but have instead created very funny memories. Like the time Rich and I were lying in bed talking. I rolled over to sleep on my side and overshot my roll, ending up face-down on the floor.  Between fits of laughter, he expressed his concern about me being hurt. After he was done cry-laughing, he proceeded to lecture me on how I need to be careful because with my track record, I am well on my way to being a prime candidate for a hip replacement when I'm older. I wasn't even 30 at the time, and now I had to worry about hip replacement surgery?!

I will never forget what one of my ballet teachers told a group of us during class one day. She said that dancers were usually the clumsiest people when they are outside of the studio because we were used to being so precise and controlled when performing, that when we were just out and about in the real world, our guard was down.

Even though it has been many, many years since I've danced in a studio. I still like to think that this applies to me. So, when you see me crash into something, just remember - it's because I'm a dancer.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it . . . or falling face first into it.