Two things I learned falling on my head


Two things I learned falling on my head

 

But first we need to back track a little bit.

Friday night
My father and I had just arrived in Boston after a looooong day of driving. Since I was skipping OSDS's Friday Night Swing Dance, I decided to find one in Boston, at it happened to be Boston Swing Central's 9th birthday with an awesome 18 piece band playing. 

The last song before one of their breaks was an extra-fast one, but since we were leaving early because I had an audition the next day, I wanted to dance it anyway. So I walked up to a guy, asked him if he wanted to dance, and we did. I can't say it was the best dance of my life but whatever, these partner mis-match do happen and it's fun to dance with everyone. I was so pumped, I wanted to bounce everywhere and as the music took a hold of me it was difficult to turn down my intensity to match his calm steps. And the end of the crazy song, he tells me, laughing: 
" There's definitely something in you that is not in me." 
I high-fived him anyway and my father and I left, even skipping the ice-cream cake (by the way, that's another other thing I love about swing dancing (click on the link to read 10 more), there is a kind of tradition of cupcake, cakes, candies, sandwiches & chips at special events).

There's definitely something in you that is not in me.

What did he mean? 


Sunday
Yes, I'm skipping the audition day. It went fine but I don't think the company is gonna bother to get me the visa I need to work in the US. So, Sunday was another loooooong day of driving back from Boston to Ottawa.
I was very upset at my decision to commit to my father's schedule and I was not helping myself by thinking of all the exciting things I could have done if I had decided to go alone. Terrible times until I just picked my book and read someone else's story to forget mine. 

We got off the I89 to cross back to Canada via Champlain Islands. 
Now that was better! So many birds, bye bye 4-lane highway, water all around. I could breathe more easily. 

"Wanna go for a horseback ride? "

I hadn't seen anything advertising such a thing but I am N-E-V-E-R one to turn down a horseback ride. So he did a quick U-turn and parked outside a barn. Dogs started barking and a friendly lady came out of her house.
30 minutes later the horse were saddled and we were horsed, riding in a wet field.

The lady leading us took off in a gentle trot and I bet you can imagine what happened next.
My Violet went wild, I couldn't control her and she sent me flying off head first in the mud. I heard my neck crack, saw tiny little stars and got back up, startled. 

The rest of that day:  I got back on the horse, we finished the ride and then we drove back to Ottawa. 



Now at least it was an adventure in a otherwise really boring day. I wanted to share with you the lessons that i learned from this experience.

First, I'm glad I was the one falling. It made me realize that falling isn't that bad. I'm sure the persons who watched the incident were more traumatized than I was. 
I don't get injured often, but this feeling comes back every time I do get severely hurt: oh..it wasn't that bad after all. I can handle it. I realize that I'm afraid of something which is painful but that pain isn't the end of the world. It's nothing like menstrual cramps.  I'm so thankful to have such a strong body. Everything is in place and although my neck and shoulders are extremely sore today, I'm confident this vehicle that carries me around in my everyday life will heal if I take care of it.



Now the other lesson requires another little story, but hang on, it's a short one. 

Monday
On Sunday night, told myself that I would go hiking the next morning, to get rid of the ultimate boredom that had settled upon me during this trip. I needed trees and birds and fresh air to bring me back to my bubbly self. My bubbly self.

Sitting on a rock, eating an apple, listening to the birds and the dead leaves which, for some reason, were still holding on to their mother branch , I felt so, so, tired! I got worried I would never be as energetic as I usually am in the morning. Maybe the fall had made me a permanently-tired person.

And that's when it occurred to me:
That's what he meant. 
There's definitely something in you that is not in me.

Bubbly, bubbly, lovely me, where was it?
It usually gets shy when I dull it with countless kilometres on an ugly highway.
When I am a tourist and not an adventurer.  
Maybe also when from a minor concussion I suffer. 


PS: I love you calm, zen and/or quiet people too. 

 

2 comments

  • SueA

    SueA Gatineau

    Love the story(ies) ... and the ''When I am a tourist and not an adventurer. '' Take good care of the minor concussion! The ''Bubbly'' you is not far away.

    Love the story(ies) ... and the ''When I am a tourist and not an adventurer. '' Take good care of the minor concussion! The ''Bubbly'' you is not far away.

  • Sophie Bijjani

    Sophie Bijjani

    hahaha thanks Sue! I'll just get some rest and it'll pop right back at the surface! J'espère que le printemps te traite bien! xxx

    hahaha thanks Sue! I'll just get some rest and it'll pop right back at the surface! J'espère que le printemps te traite bien! xxx

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