Taking The Fall

I fell down recently. I walked around a corner while someone came from the other side. He didn’t see me and we bumped into each other. He immediately helped me up – even though I resisted, yelled and couldn’t figure out whether and how and I got hurt. I was left there, a bit stunned.

It served as a reminder of an important lesson. The thing about my falls is: it’s how I “take” the fall that matters, sometimes even more than the physical fall itself. I recover better when I have time to process the fall and ask for help myself. I feel as if the fall didn’t lead me or decided something for me – it was the other way around.