I wiped out on the ice again tonight.
I think the bruise will go away eventually. But as my knees hit the cold floor, I had a flashback to last week, when I wiped out in the middle of New York City.
It went down like this:
My body still has some blue bruises, but the important thing is that my coffee miraculously survived!
I think my joy at that moment illustrated how much my love of coffee > my buttocks.
Priorities. It’s all about priorities.