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The photograph has nothing to do with the topic of this blog post. I picked it because it made me laugh. And because there are no pictures of me falling on my butt (thank goodness). First I’ll set the scene.
I was in New York with my daughter. I made a rookie mistake of wearing new shoes and wore holes in my heels. So we stopped off at a shoe store so I could get some slides and let my heels recover. While trying on slides, I missed the bench and fell on my butt.
Yes, it was very embarrassing.
It was already hot out, but “hot with embarrassment?” Yeah, that’s way worse.
When I was finally able to hobble away, wearing the slides, I said (really), “I wonder if I can get a blog post out of this?”
Since the sore tush is still with me (as the hubs put it, my glutinous is not very maximus yet), I’ve had a daily reminder to write this blog post. So you’d think it would be pretty profound, right?
So here’s what I’ve learned from falling on my butt:
Don’t.
I had planned a top ten first, then a top five, but this is all I’ve got.
Don’t.
It hurts. It hurts for a long time.
Don’t.
Have you ever done something you wished you hadn’t and then learned very little from the experience? It would help my recovery a lot if you’d share. If you do, not only do you get entered into my monthly drawing for an AnaBanana gift basket of yummy (will not heal a sore tush or give you wisdom) you’ll make me feel better, even if I’m only sadder and not wiser. Winner is announced the first blog post of the new month.
Perilously yours,
Pauline
On the upside, Pauline’s sore tush is not impairing her ability to sit and type, just her ability to walk and bend. So work is progressing on her short story, Family Treed. It won’t release quite as soon as she’d planned because Life keeps happening, but it is close. For updated information on all new releases, either sign up for my newsletter here or on my website at paulinebjones.com. And here’s the cover art for Family Treed!
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