I fell down yesterday for the first time in over a year. I was in the shower at a hotel when the phone rang, and I jumped out quickly to answer it thinking it could only be one person. I didn’t consider the fact that it was most likely housekeeping, but it was. Ha..
When I came out of the shower I slipped on the wet floor and fell to my knees – not exactly my shining moment, but I was alone…thankfully. And my immediate thought upon impact was “Wow! This is my first fall in over a year. I used to fall all the time, and nothing feels broken this time.”
The fall caused a few bruises on my right leg and one on my left, but it reminded me how far I’ve come. Before I began losing weight, I fell regularly. My mom would be the first to tell you that I’m just naturally clumsy. I worried about walking in the rain, the snow and in shoes that were not sneakers. My legs fought constantly to maintain balance because of all of the added weight on my body’s frame.
But over the last year my body has begun to transform into a healthier, sturdier form. And I no longer characterize myself as ‘clumsy.’ My fall today happened as a result of moving too quickly on a wet, slippery surface and not because I struggle everyday to maintain my balance. 🙂
Perhaps I shouldn’t sound quite so excited about falling yesterday morning, but I am proud of myself for getting right back up. It was important to realize that while I may still fall at times, it is not my way of life. I’m so much stronger than I was. This truth can be applied literally and metaphorically.
Life changed yesterday, and I have some big and unexpected obstacles to face. But it’s a new day, and I’m ready to get started. I was reminded as I fell to my knees that somewhere inside me I do have the strength to stand up when I fall down, and that’s exactly what I plan to do…