Tales of a clumsy girl.

It doesn't take being a close friend of mine to know that I have a bit of a clumsy streak in me.  It feels like I'm always dropping things, spilling drinks, tripping over the floor, or miraculously injuring myself.  Even as a little girl, I was the one who got the biggest warnings when walking into rooms of wet paint or when putting out the ceramic holiday decorations.  I have become so good at dropping things, that I no longer drop them on my toes because as soon as I let an object go, I immediately shift my feet out of the way so my toes don't get smashed.  Seriously, I do.  I'm that trained in the art of dropping things.  My poor husband just about has a heart attack every time I hold his camera!

May I share with you a couple of stories from the "miraculously injuring myself" category that have occurred in the last 9 days that have pushed me to the brink of writing this blog post?  Ok, pay close attention!  Last week Monday, I was using a mop and cleaning the floor.  As I was pushing the mop forward, away from my body, I somehow dropped it.  Despite the fact that the mop was no longer in my arms, I was "mid push".... so my arms didn't get the memo and were still pushing forward with a lot of pressure.... which somehow caused my left hand to jab my right hand.  No big deal, right?   Wellllll, that morning the finger nail on my wedding ring finger broke and was rather sharp and pointy.  So naturally, the sharp and pointy part of my finger nail was the point of contact that hit my right hand WHICH then caused me to cut the palm of my right hand.  Like, it was bleeding.  I made myself bleed, which really isn't a big deal either, except that I am a massage therapist by profession and cuts on the hand are a big no no.  I was so impressed with this particular feat of clumsiness that I ran over and was like, "Josh! Josh! Look what I did!  Isn't that kind of impressive?" I had outdone myself!  It was quite a hinderance during each massage last week and very annoying.  Needless to say, I was excited when I noticed it was finally healed on Saturday.

Fast forward to today, I was unhooking my bra.  I've done this at least once a day since 5th grade, you know?  And as I was unhooking it, my left hand (again) somehow slipped and gouged little bits of skin out of my right ring finger and my right pinky.  I quickly assessed the damage, hoping that I didn't draw blood, but of course... I did.  This time, my nails weren't even sharp, they were perfectly round thanks to a lovely manicure with my mum.  (Update: these little gouges are taking way longer to heal.  It's been almost a week since I wrote this post and they are red and swollen and infected and are making giving massages way more difficult than they should be!)

So the point of the story is, there are many ways to be reminded of my lack of perfection, it's true, but the fact that I can be quite clumsy is a constant reminder.  I just honestly don't know how to stop the clumsiness (Hence #25 in my "25 in 25" post)  and found these last two incidents particularly irritating...