Life is ironic. It offers as many opportunities to rise and reinvent yourself as it takes away. The phrase, “on top of the world one day and down on your luck the next” is not an exaggeration but rather a reality many people face everyday. So I know for sure that I am preaching to the converted here: you know what I am talking about!
So let’s talk about something else here: let’s talk about the getting up after a stumble and fall. Few of us like this part much; we know we have to do it but don’t like it much. For one, to get up from a fall one has to trust that the same legs that led to a tumble are not going to fail one again and that they will instead offer steady support and allow a move forward. How unfair.
Here’s another viewpoint: you just may stay on your feet this time around but who ever will trust you to be competent on your feet again? Everyone saw you fall. They saw you lose balance, tumble and land on your back. Eyebrows were raised and heads turned away from the embarrassment. You were found out, made for the imperfect, sometimes off-balance fool you sometimes are. Too late to play dead now.
I fell pretty hard lately, figuratively of course. Everyone around me bore witness to my tumble and to when I landed flat on my flat behind. Dust filled the air and for a while my mouth as I choked for air and tightened my eyes closed. But after a while I could tell the audience had grown bored with spectating my demise. And so after much thought and consideration I have decided to open my eyes and deal with the consequences of failing again. I am not quite dead yet. Gonna be just fine.