I can still feel the gravel in my palms. As expected wearing high wedge sandals, (that are extra cute) I fell while reporting tonight. I was in front of a big crowd on the Oxford square for double decker festival. I didn’t get proper footing in a flower bed and ate gravel.
What’s a girl going to do? Cry? I already did that today.
Sometimes I get extra sensitive. Not often. When it happens you know. I cry at the end of basketball games, excessively when I finish a book that isn’t sad or just driving down the road listening to happy music. I’m not sad at all.
Today it was when I hung up with the leader of an unnamed city that hosts double decker. I called all happy and bubbly, ready to set up interviews and I instead got yelled at :: out of no where. It was so sudden and shocking that as we both growled out our goodbyes down the line, my eyes started to pool. I can take it just like I can give it, but today was just one of those days. No lesson learned from the embarrassing situations, but a lot of grace towards myself. We are all only human.
Moving on. Double decker was very nice tonight. Along with visiting with my best friends in town from Nashville and Chicago, I heard the soothing tunes of Iron and Wine all while earning a paycheck doing something I love. Life is good.