Lately, it feels as though my life has become a comedy of errors, both big and small. If I didn't have a sense of humor about things, I would be laying on the floor, surrounded by a puddle of my tears. Drowning, in some weird cosmic punchline. Instead, in times like these, it's best just to dust yourself off and try and pick up the pieces. 

Honestly, I would be okay with just being able to navigate through my house without being restricted to certain spaces. An unfortunate accident with the pavement has rendered me pretty useless, and I am dealing with the after-effects of being truly “stuck”. I feel like the older I get, the more pronounced the injuries get, and there is no more “walking off” a rolled ankle. No, instead it becomes a spectacle...

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