Tonight, I stepped on "The Places You'll Go" and I went somewhere.
I slipped, feet over head. I saw potential broken ankles and wrist bones flashing past my eyes. So, midair and split-second, I twisted like a cat -well, like a chubby cat in her mid-thirties (in cat years) with a sharp wit and winning personality. But, I fell hard, mostly on my hip, one of my biggest, strongest body parts, which is lucky for me in this instance only.
Cohen was terrified. He asked very dramatically "what happened?" And I gasped, swallowing back tears that came automatically from the unexpected adrenaline rush, "I slipped." Then he said, "You flipped! Hooray!" And he clapped. So, I very slowly crawled to my feet and I bowed.
I'll take a victory anytime I can get it.
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