Another week is starting here in Israel and a another weekend is ending everywhere else. My weekend was quite mellow and I am so happy I got to finish three books and reviews during it and even got to start a fourth lol. It's 9:22 am here and I am idling at school until I have to participate in a study, for another class, in the afternoon.
I was planning on sitting on my favorite sofa, here, in the yellow couches room, and write a cool sexy Sundays post. I didn't have an idea yet, but I was pretty sure I was going to come up with something awesome, or not hehe =)
I stopped by the school's little convenience store, got me an iced tea, a muffin and a cheese pastry. I was on my way to relaxing and with my mind in the clouds, when Bam! down I go, straight to the floor. Don't get me wrong, I have fallen many, many times before, but I don't think my body will ever get used to it.
After a fall I always feel shaken up, uncertain and pretty unhappy. Even though I have laughed at many of my falls, specially because they are usually hilarious, sometimes it just isn't funny. This was one of those times. My left side, from waist to neck is in so much pain, it's a wonder I can type this =/ My left elbow is scratched raw ans burning like hell. Well, suffice to say, I didn't feel like working on a sexy Sunday post today hehe =)
This fall got me thinking of my many previous ones, and there were many. I have fallen in a supermarket, movie theater, street, entering a classroom to do an exam (twisted my ankle in that one and got to do the exam another day lol), 7 times at an Language Institute I used to work at, a few times in nightclubs and bars and so on... I have a huge history with falling and I laugh about it constantly, even when I am still down on the floor =P
All this talk of falling got me thinking that, as much as I have fallen and we all do at some point in our lives. We always need to get up, brush ourselves off, just keep walking and move on. A fall is only a battle amongst the war that is our lives. I don't mean war in such a negative way, but in a way that to move forward, live, learn, love, fight and so on; we need to struggle constantly, cry, mourn and deal with our battle wounds, being them physical or emotional we cannot let ourselves be and/or feel defeated before we reach our goals.
This post might seem out of purpose, but it is how I'm feeling and I needed to share. I am in so much pain right now, that giving up on my day, packing up, going home and wallowing, seems like an awesome idea. But I won't, I'll fight through it, take care of my responsibilities and deal with my battle wounds later today.
I hope you guys had a great Xmas, a great weekend and that your week on the way to a New Year is even better.
Thanks for tuning in and I'll see you soon!