Once I fell down. In a moment still in time, I remember that crushing agony of embarrassment hurling itself through my bones again. Even on this day, years later, I picture my feet, witnessing the misstep that led to my downfall.
Crashing
Ripping
Crushing.
The bane of my own anxieties made the results of the minor misstep into a great fiasco, a stock market crashing within my mind. Oh the agony! Anxiety has grown into the bête noire. In my mind I hurled endless obscenities at the beast, but it would not retreat. I arose. Upon doing so, I brushed off my tattered jeans and pullover and made my way past the witnesses to my disaster. Oh my God! The eyes! More piercing than rapiers fresh off of the sharpening stone! After being scalped and gutted by those eyes, I vowed to more carefully monitor my steps, so as not to ever fall again.
But mistakes happen, right? Because I fell again, hard.
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