Sandy Supposes....

I'm Still Learning and Have the Bruises to Prove It

DAY 3911 November 04, 2023
Prompt: Write about a lesson you learned the hard way.

         

         

         Write about only one life lesson? That's a tad bit more doable than rehashing my entire life's library of lessons. The volumes would be worn and dusty. There are not enough words or hours for that.

         One lesson in particular is relentless. It hasn't finished with me yet. It stalks me. It mocks me. It reminds me I am at its mercy, prey to its whims.

         I am warily referring to almighty gravity. At this moment it's most likely staring over my shoulder biding its time to pounce. Any time is lesson time.

         Sure gravity prevents me from floating away and keeps my head out of the clouds. It does not however anchor my two feet to the ground. My gravity prefers to push, pull, drag me kicking and flailing. I am kept in perpetual unbalance, off-balance, swaying, treading in trepidation. Ambulating upright is not a right, an expectation.

         Perhaps gravity is suggesting I consider a career as a stuntwoman. Are all my falls meant to prove I can roll, weave, tumble with the best of them?

         Possibly I should look into becoming a living, breathing crash-test dummy. I don't require a simulator or computer cables/sensors. Wouldn't researchers appreciate a test subject able to transmit the universal okay signal, a thumbs up? I'd be willing to throw in an occasional utterance of "ta da."

         It's almost time for another lesson. Someday I will perfect the movement known as walking.