I am drawn to anything that will make me lose my balance. If I was trying to lasso a stationery horse on a carousel, I couldn’t do it. If I am racing through a room you can bet something will get snagged and I will end up on the floor.
A lawn chair sitting all by itself is an obstacle course for me. We have an outdoor rocking chair and I can’t count the times I wacked myself with the blunt rocker that juts out wherever I want to walk. I swear it has a life of its own and moves when it sees me.
We have two new trees with guide wires. Yep, I have tripped over both multiple times. I know exactly where they are but that hasn’t helped. Of course when I trip I always land on the ground. Always. And it’s not a graceful fall.
Imagine a person with their arms and legs flailing aimlessly while they go down for the count. I’m not getting invited to join a dance troupe any time soon.
When I was younger I could catch myself but agility has gone the way of firm skin and well…you get the idea. I spend considerable time on the ground these days. So far I’ve only wounded my pride along with skinned shins and boo-boo knees.
I don’t considered myself accident prone although I can’t walk near lawn furniture or guide wires or coffee tables. I may be a little klutzy. Just a little.
I have friends who are disasters waiting to happen. I’m not one of them. At least I wasn’t. Now, well….maybe…Is it contagious?
Are you clumsy or graceful? Can you catch yourself without falling all the way down? Does this run in families?