A montage of every time I’ve misjudged the height of a toilet seat and fallen onto it with my legs coming off the ground.
That’s what I need right now.
I’ve probably fallen onto forty toilet seats as I’ve been sitting to use the toilet. I think about this, legitimately.
Once, the seat was up and I fell onto the edge of the toilet bowl and bruised the backs of my thighs as my buttocks gently patted the surface of the toilet bowl water.
It must be nice to know.
How many of us carry misjudgments.
To care about how you’re perceived is wasted care.
I stopped searching for myself a long time ago.
She comes when she’s ready. Age is a process.
We are all too hurried.
We are so hurried we fall onto toilet seats and have enough mystery leg bruises to storyline ten seasons of LAW & ORDER- LEG BRUISE TEAM (or Law & Order LBT) Whatever.
So diligent with my thinking and intrusive thinking and life that I’ve been counting the times I’ve fallen onto toilet seats.
How do others live?
I love that ..’I stopped searching for myself a long time ago. She comes when she’s ready...’ I have often wondered why I’m searching when I’m right here. Aging like fine wine and working on getting better every day.
Kelly! How dare you make me enjoy reading about you falling in toilets. Why does us rushing around always lead to some sort of physical proof of our misjudgment? For me it's burns. From the oven or pouring hot water for tea. It's a pattern these days. I also just remembered that I fell into a chair last week because it was so short, also a secret rocking chair (wtf), legs flew up, had to catch my breath, all of it. Now I am grateful it was not a toilet. Not caring what others think is caring more for ourselves. Hurried diligence. Thank goodness for your brain. Much love. Arnica salve works wells for bruises. Unsolicited advice, yay. xx