G'day, ,
The universe definitely wanted me to STOP.
You know how you just keep showing up, doing all the things, working, hustling, household chores, etc. etc. even though you're exhausted.
Well, that was me ... until it wasn't.
Now, you have to promise you won't laugh.
Promise?
I was walking back to my car after visiting my mum at the nursing home, lost my footing and fell.
Not delicately either.
I went down to my knees, then landed heavily on my side.
Cracked my phone screen protector and almost broke the arm off my glasses, which were tucked away in the pocket of my slacks.
As I lay on the bitumen, attempting to catch my breath, embarrassment flared hot and bright. And don't think the irony of the location was lost on me either—outside an old people's home. Really? 🤣
At least no one was around to witness my humiliation.
WRONG!
As I lay, grimacing up at the bright blue sky, preparing myself to move, a large 4 x 4 truck came barrelling towards me.
You can imagine my panic. As quickly as I could, I rolled to my side and pushed up onto my knees. The truck came to a screeching stop right next to me, and a young guy leaned over to call out to me. "Are you okay? I saw you lying on the ground. Do you need a hand?"