WE ALL FALL DOWN

WE ALL FALL DOWN

01/09/11 

It's snowing today and a bit icy and I MADE myself leave the house. A few weeks ago when it snowed and was witch-tit cold, I stayed inside on the couch. To me, this is not good. To me, this spells A-G-I-N-G. When I was younger, I wasn't afraid to fall down and did really didn't mind falling down. I don't want to fall down anymore. Do I think I'll break something? It seems unlikely as I have fallen down on the ice several times in the past few years, sometimes landing directly on my hands using my wrists as shock absorbers. This should have snapped my wrists like twigs yet I have walked away intact. So why am I now afraid to fall down? As I've lost about an inch of height, the ground is much closer and falling shouldn't be a big deal. I also have more fat cushioning my bones. Maybe I should leave the coffee house right now and practice exposure therapy; just fall and fall until I get over it. I think I'd have to ask someone to push me. But who is going to push one who, according to AARP, is a senior citizen? I used to have this neighbor who looked like Charles Manson. He too, was crazy. He pushed the 90-year-old lady next door so I guess there are people who would be willing to do that. I am so afraid to fall, I've even bought those cleats you strap to your shoes. Whenever I slip on the ice, that's when I realize I've forgotten to put them on. It seems I should count my blessings that nothing breaks when I do fall and relax and enjoy it. After all, we all fall down.