I'm slowly getting used to being blindsided by realizations, memories, other people saying things that come off in ways that are not intended. I'm also learning to absorb the shocks, shake my head vigorously, and attempt to continue with what I was doing before whatever it was hit me.
I'm learning that it's okay that this shit hurts like a roman candle liberally applied to the anus. It's one thing to be hurt in the butt. Quite another to be butthurt. Butthurt must be avoided at all possible costs.
It doesn't matter how much of an uncoordinated klutz you are. Given enough practice you will learn to roll with the punches. And the next ones always hurt a little bit less than the last ones.
Once upon a time I said to someone that I was soft, cuddly steel. I think these days I'm aspiring to make that more into a reality rather than a joke.
This post brought to you by stress and four mugs of coffee.
I'm learning that it's okay that this shit hurts like a roman candle liberally applied to the anus. It's one thing to be hurt in the butt. Quite another to be butthurt. Butthurt must be avoided at all possible costs.
It doesn't matter how much of an uncoordinated klutz you are. Given enough practice you will learn to roll with the punches. And the next ones always hurt a little bit less than the last ones.
Once upon a time I said to someone that I was soft, cuddly steel. I think these days I'm aspiring to make that more into a reality rather than a joke.
This post brought to you by stress and four mugs of coffee.
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