I am a self certified KLUTZ! I can trip and bang my head like no one else. In fact, I hit my head on everything on a regular basis. Examples are: getting out of the car, opening a door, picking something up from under the table. You name it. I hit my head on so many things and so many times my husband no longer offers any sympathy. Each bang is followed by me rubbing my head and proclaiming the ever clever phrase of "OWWW" while my husband is smirking and shaking his head and rolling his eyes. It's just a normal ocurrence around here.
One day as I was coming UP the stairs I somehow miscalculated the size of the step and tripped, causing my body to "fall" upward. My uncoordinated hands flailed with mighty effort to no avail. My left arm now has a new scar where I scraped a nice chunk of skin off in the motion.
Yesterday, feeling a little "un"-symmetrical I decided to now fall DOWN the stairs and I banged my right hand pretty well. No worries, though, because now I have a matching scar on that arm. Yes, these are my battle wounds.
Being clumsy is no longer embarrassing for me. I fall, trip, or whatever and it hurts for a second and then I laugh. I laugh because I'm not perfect, I have the scars to prove it, and each scar reminds me of all of that. My life is a kaleidescope of experiences and each one has it's place. Some are just more bodily visible than others, that's all.