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Letting Go with Grace

Can't quite call it a fall, but I did a slow-mo sink to the ground while loading up my bookshelf. Tried to recover and ended up flat on my back in front of the entry door. Talked to the cat until my husband tried to walk back into the house. (Oh, the comedic giggles we get to have today!)

 Once upon a time I would have railed in anger or cried in self pity.  Today, it was total acceptance.  Well, what else could I do?  On my knees next to my walker, I attempted to crawl back up.  No dice!  I pushed it away and went to hands and knees to discover the arms without strength and I did another slo-mo as my face touched the tile entryway.  Well, this is new, I thought.  Uncomfortable facedown on the cold tile, I worked my way onto my back.  The cat was delighted!  Her little face loomed over mine and her whiskers tickled my face.

 "Well, it's you and me, Grace, and I sure wish you could open the door or call somebody."  She couldn't.  So, I went with it.  I was able to pet the cat and talk to her awhile and be grateful my husband wasn't yet back to work.  He was fussing in the yard.  I was also grateful when I heard footsteps clumping up the wheelchair ramp.  I know he was startled to find me on the floor but grateful that I was smiling big.
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