Klutz

I lack the most basic coordinating skills. Not a day goes by where I don’t bump into something, trip or fall. If you know me, you know that getting across the hall is an epic journey. Walking down cracked sidewalks and icy hills are like being in a minefield. I’ve broken bones in my body in the most creative and unexpected forms people could ever fathom. Least to say being a klutz comes with its set of adversities.

And it wasn’t restricted to the physical. As a foreigner, I stumble with words juggling two different languages, getting the meaning mixed up in one and forgetting words completely in another. Figuring out the correct pronunciations of certain words, transitioning from one accent to the other.

Mentally, I fumbled from subject to subject never quite finding a steady consistent train of thought because too many raced through my head.

Emotionally, I fall in and out of moods without grasp of any reasoning.

Being a klutz comes with its set of adversities, but it also has its positive side effects. With every fall to the ground, I’d gained strength to pick myself up. I’ve tripped so many times; I’m now an expert as to how to play it off. I’ve slipped right on my back forcing me to look up and see beyond. So next time, you see me down, don’t worry it won’t be for too long.