I am not graceful. Metaphorically nor literally. I fling my uncooperative self across the chasm thrashing and writhing the whole way.
and I won’t apologize for it.
I try grabbing onto anything that I can while falling. I make terrible decisions that overcorrect and send me careening in the opposite direction. I fall and flail and have all the balance of a spinning top at the tail end of its performance.
It’s not pretty, it’s not nice, but by god do I survive. And I have come to believe that is all that matters.