A Daily Thing

I am not comfortable with heights – any height – which makes using a step ladder a small accomplishment each time (yay!).

While doing some cleaning in our old apartment this morning, I climbed all the steps to reach something particularly high – ‘I can do it’ I thought, ‘I’m fine, watch me go!’.

Except, when time came to go back down, in a grandiose cartoonish display of clumsy, I fell.  Time slowed down enough for me to try (and fail) to grab on to something, so I crashed to the carpeted floor on my left side with my legs throwing themselves up above my head.  Stylish.

I’m feeling ouchy and sorry for myself, but strangely proud I fell about 1 metre and didn’t break anything (and didn’t cry – that’s right).  But it’s Christian going up the step ladder from now on.