“Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.” I like to think I have a healthy ego and positive self-image–but I do hope I’m not quite so full of hubris that I can’t admit when I’ve failed or fumbled or simply that I’m simply a silly buffoon, just like pretty much the whole rest of humanity. Yet maybe believing that is just another sample of my shallow vanity. I don’t expect you to accept my assessment, just that you’ll give me a bit of leeway, considering that there may not be a lot of room in my tiny mind for ordinary wisdom and classiness. Not really sure I can get a completely clear picture from my angle here on the floor. I’ve fallen, but I can get up!
To be Honest
It’s true that I have fallen down
more often than a chef’s soufflés
(or poor Pierre crashed into town
in air-ballooning’s early days,
before he noticed heat would crown
the heights but cold air caused malaise . . . )
Meanwhile, I stumble, flop and crash,
careening like a loosened wheel,
my dignity thrown out like trash–
but had I grace and nerves of steel,
I’d likely still keep this my fashion–
nothing better proves I’m real.
Art-Colored Glasses 
“Nothing better proves I’m real….”
Thanks. I needed that.
You do have a toddler to remind you of your real-ness constantly, as I know they tend to do! But I’m glad you liked it anyway. And hopefully, most of the time Angel is reminding you in the ‘Velveteen Rabbit’ sort of way, by simply loving you to bits. 🙂
“This above all; to thine own self be true.”
William Shakespeare
Thou speakest wisely indeed, O Bard!
Good one! But wouldn’t it be easier if someone just pinched you occasionally to see if you were real? 🙂
Heck, yes!, she said while scratching the itchy scab on her knee where she landed in a near-face-plant dive in a parking lot ten days ago.
Beautiful
And acrobatic! 😉
lol, indeed 🙂
Right now, I’m wearing jeans that were torn beneath the left knee, in a couple places, when they were less than 2 weeks old. It is proof that Max, the parrot’s cage, and I cannot physically inhabit the same space and, in so doing, that I am indeed real — should anyone ever ask.
Gosh, are we twins, separated at birth?
I like that “I’ve fallen but I can get up.” 🙂 Me, too.
Somehow I’m getting the feeling from my correspondents that perhaps we should form a dance troupe. 😉
Hi Kathryn! This made me feel so much better about tripping over myself so often. I REAL-ized I was in such lovely interesting company!
We are not alone!!! 😀