friday i'm in love... (& where i pause for a short station identification break)

i have not been here in a while...
life
has been busy...
hectic...
a little downright crazy
between work and weddings,
editing and driver's licenses and signing forms...
planning for thanksgiving
and birthday parties for an almost 17 year old
grad photos
and answering emails...
life has been
busy.

but fall is here
and with it,
i always feel a renewed sense
of creativity mixed with a strong need for
some very serious
down time...
i'm almost at the end of
my wedding season
(my last wedding season, though that
still seems weird to say)
and the chill in the air
makes me want to curl up with books and movies and new music
hot chocolate
and fuzzy slippers
and hibernate
for a bit.

{winter is my true introvert season
but it starts off gradually in the fall...
there are signs...and symptoms...}

but it's friday and i'm in love with all of these good things -

fragments of my dignity on the side of the road....

i never fall.

i used to be able to say that.

i don't really feel like i can say that
anymore and feel
that i am being
completely
honest.

this morning,
i tried to cross the road
and tripped...
apparently over the ROAD itself...
and landed
smack dab face down flat
on pope road.

on pope road at 7:30 am
which is very, very busy at that time...
similar to the 401 i would suggest
(the 401 is a road, right?  somewhere in canada maybe?  and busy?)

anyway. 
face-plant in the middle of the street
in a dress
wearing my backpack
which is very heavy
because i am slightly insane
and carry 3 journals and a pencil case
WITH ALL MY PENS IN IT
and 3 cans of diet coke
and a package of pencil crayons
with me...everywhere.

so i try to
bounce back up
like "i'm ok!" 
but the backpack
is weighing me down
and there are cars coming
and so i do some kind of mad
hermit-crab-turtle-y skittering crawling movement
to push myself backwards
and back to my feet.

and then i laugh instead of cry
and dash (witnesses may suggest the word limp rather than dash)
across the street with zero percent
of my dignity
intact.

the one bonus?
i got to break into the box of muppet bandaids
that emma gave me...
because i ripped my leggings
and scraped my knee
and the blood was sticking to my leggings.

and normally
i only get to use those bandaids
for papercuts
because
i never fall.