Does the same thing trip us up time and again? Do we let the misstep bother us, or do we learn from our mistake?
How you bounce back definitely says a lot about you.
In my case, I tend to slip and fall quite often, and it’s not always metaphorically. I’m quite the klutz, and am well acquainted with floors, sidewalks, and streets as a result.
Just this week, in fact, I took quite a tumble.
It was Wednesday, and I remember it clearly because I was all bruised and bandaged for that night’s taping of The Nite Show.
I’d gone for a run, but cut it short because the roads were slippery. I even noted in my post-run selfie that I’d miraculously managed to navigate the icy roads without falling.
Alas, I did not have the same luck in my own driveway.
I was headed to work. I walked to the garage with my bag over my shoulder, and the garbage in one hand. I tried to open the garage door, but it was stuck due to the ice.
That was when it happened.
Even though I’d taken great pains to clear the area in front of the garage of snow and ice, snow had melted off the garage roof, dripped down onto the driveway, and had frozen overnight.
When I tried to open the door that second time, I lost my footing on the fresh ice. It all happened so quickly, but it went something like this…
I slammed my face against the garage door, bounced off it, dropped the garbage and my bag, fell onto my back, slammed my shoulder, felt my shoulder pop, scraped my knuckles on the blacktop, and then let rip with a litany of curses.
All in a matter of about ten seconds, with a majority of the time spent cursing.
I remember being sprawled out on the ground, looking for my bag, and thinking to myself that I needed to get up before I was late for work.
I did take a moment to make sure I could raise my arm and rotate my shoulder. I carefully collected the garbage, which was strewn all over the driveway, and checked my pants to make sure I hadn’t torn them in my ice follies.
It was only when I was backing out of the driveway and looked down at the steering wheel that I noticed two of my knuckles were bleeding.
Even then, I had tunnel vision about getting to work. No time to stop. I pulled a napkin out of the glove compartment, applied direct pressure, and drove to work.
All I know is that I didn’t sit there and wallow in my klutziness. I got my shit together, dragged my ass off the ice, and continued with my plan.
Once I arrived at work, I cleaned my cuts, and the kind folks in Pediatrics supplied me with bitchin’ zebra stripe band-aids. I don’t even need to tell you that I looked like a real tough guy wearing those across my knuckles all day.
Sure, my shoulder was sore, and I felt like a total klutz every time I caught a glance of the zebra stripes in my peripheral vision, but I championed through my day and then through three episodes of The Nite Show.
This morning, I was out in the driveway with the ice chopper, exacting my revenge with a vengeance. I did not let Wednesday’s incident deter me from spending time outside. The driveway is mine, and Snow Miser and his minions will not take it from me!
I’m sure I’ll slip and fall again, but I’ll get right back up and go about my business, bloody knuckles and all…