Have a nice trip, see you next fall

The title of this post is what my uncle wrote on my cast when I broke my foot in 4th grade (in a swimming pool, WITH water in it). Clumsy much? You could say so. Pretty much my entire life I have been a clutz. From tripping over nothing to getting hit with a basketball and even running into a fire hydrant. Let's not stop there--slamming my own thumb in my car door, sewing my finger, walking into door jams, I'm always dropping food on myself, always drop the drink container I use, stubbing my toes, dropping cups & bowls, running into people, knocking things over, walking into our tv stand...I know there's more. Oh and let's not forget I naturally walk crooked. 

But, this last week for some reason there was more emotion about it. First I bumped a lid to a pot and it shattered, then 2 days later I dropped a plate with food on it and it broke (see my pics on my facebook). Honestly I wanted to cry. Not because I broke things, but because I broke things, make sense? When the plate dropped I really felt like crying, not out of anger, but an odd sadness. Because some days it just gets overwhelming...

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