I Did Not Choose the Klutz Life, the Klutz Life Chose Me

This morning, just like every morning, I woke up earlier than my alarm feeling groggy. And to make things worse, I hit the corner of my bedside bookshelf with my head. I could have gone dramatic over a small, assumed-concussion like what I always do when my hormones go on a monthly overdrive and tell Jan my last goodbyes in case I didn't make it out of bed.

But I'm fine. Just bruised and perhaps grumpy.

Life lately (image via catster.com)

Well, this is not really new to me. This Sarah is not Sarah without a scratch or a bruise. I stumble over everything and constantly hurt myself without even knowing it. I believe I was built to walk into walls, spill drinks, knock stuff over, or trip over my own feet. I guess my life will not only be spent wondering how I got a new bruise but also finding the purpose and real meaning of my accident-prone life.

So the next time you see me with bruises in the most unusual places, please be kind enough to smile at me because I'm going through something. Being battered by my own clumsiness, especially having those mini-heart attacks thinking I might land on the floor again on a daily basis, is not easy.

I wish I could say that this is slightly exaggerated but that's what it's like living a klutz life.