Sometimes I feel like I have fallen so far behind I will never catch up. Then I realize I am the one who sets the standards and only I know whether or not I have fallen behind or not. So, why does this matter?
It matters for a lot of reasons. I feel like I am not being lazy when I get something accomplished. I enjoy walking into a tidy home instead of a messy one. I like to have freshly baked goods for my children instead of one’s that will last until next year. A cookie should never be safe to eat a year later!
As my brain scatters about today the word fall has suddenly reminded me of the times I fell on stairs. The darned twisted ankle or being pushed while I was pregnant and when I fainted at the top of the stairs because of a medication and falling backwards down them a lifetime ago.
Then I wonder why on earth I want to jump out of an airplane someday when falling always tends to hurt. I must be crazier than I had thought! Oh, to be free falling through the air being slowed down by the wind as I fall through it at the same time. It sounds magical, scary, exhilarating and even terrifying.
I think a lot of people associate “fall” with failing. The fall of an empire, the rise and fall of a governing force, of rancid people like Hitler, of countries that go from the top to the bottom in a matter of minutes.
Who decides who has fallen though? Is it society or culture or individuals or maybe the news that broadcasts it?
What about the people who have a personal fall that goes unnoticed? Does this mean that the fall never occurred because no one cared? Much like the question “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?”
The best part of a fall is being able to once again rise!