grace

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.

i survive.