Tripping through the 80’s

It took me a long time to learn to laugh at myself.  When I was a kid I’d drop something or trip and felt myself just die of embarrassment. Sure, everyone does right?  Who wants to be embarrassed?  My cases of embarrassment always felt extreme.  One day in junior high, we were in the library and I got up to do something and my foot caught in the strap of my purse that was on the floor.  (yes, girls at this junior high had purses.  Do girls that age have purses now?)  I walked about 2 steps, dragging that purse before I stopped.  Everyone laughed.  It was funny.  I gave a weak little smile.  I didn’t die.  Since then I’ve tried to take myself less seriously.  You know what?  It’s hard.  I think this is a life secret.  If you can laugh at yourself, let things roll off your back, shrug it off, it is so much less stressful.  But no one tells you this when you’re five.  Or do they and I missed that lesson?  Sure, 20 years later I still trip and get embarrassed, and anyone who says they never do is lying.  But being able to laugh at myself makes it easier.  I wish I had learned it earlier, I don’t know why I didn’t.  


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