Accepting Surprises

If you don’t know me too well, I’ll get this point straight across: I’m a bit of a klutz. But only saying a bit would be lying to all you fine people, so I’ll be honest and say I’m a huge klutz.

Let me paint a picture for you: once upon a time, 10-year-old Brynne was attempting to put dishes into the dishwasher from her after school snack….. and guess what she did? Homegirl ended up falling back on the dishwasher and impaling her rear end with a steak knife! Not only did it go through the jeans, it went through a whole inch! (Ok…. I’ll stop talking in the third person now.) At first I didn’t even register what had happened. I kind of laughed, then screamed, and finally cried, understanding that getting a steak knife in your butt cheek probably hurts a little.

Once my crying alerted my dad of the situation, he took me to the emergency room and called my mom while in the car. And after getting situated in the waiting room, I had to lie on a stretcher and allow doctors to give me 3 stitches on my cheek. Can you say awkward? Here we go, this is when it really gets better. After I got the stitches, the doctors made me go to class every day for at least 2 weeks and sit on a pillow everywhere I went in order to make the stitches heal. How the heck do you explain to fellow 10-year-olds why you’re carrying a pillow around to recess, class, and lunch? I’m pretty sure I made up some lie that I bruised my tailbone. Good one Brynne. The only bright side to this adventure was the beanie baby bunny I was rewarded after the stitches were put in.

One of the funniest parts about this story is that I was so embarrassed to tell it. I don’t think I told anyone that this happened to me until I was a junior in high school. Only when I told my best friend and was able to laugh my butt off about it (hehe butt jokes, I’m immature) was I able to let go of the embarrassment. I think as people we tend to look at unexpected moments like these as the end-all-be-all. When something doesn’t go the way we want it to, we immediately are afraid of how others will view us and we put ourselves in a lower place than that person. But how are we supposed to learn from these surprises if we pretend they didn’t even happen? It’s not easy to do, and I say that from experience as it took me 6 years to admit to accidentally stabbing myself in the butt. All we have to do is simply accept them for what they are. As we become more confident, we focus less on how we appear to others. The best part of accepting surprises is then we get to take ourselves less seriously! Whatever life decides to hit us with (or stab in this manner), we get the chance to think on our feet and go with the flow. That puts us in a healthy headspace to be aware of the little moments and enjoy every second for what it’s worth.

So to everyone out there, surprises are healthy. Sometimes we all need to take a step back, fall on the dishwasher, and get sent to the ER. Just kidding. Don’t do that. But we all need to start taking ourselves a little less seriously because some of the best moments come from accepting the mess and working through it.

By the way, I still have the bunny and the name is “Nibbly.” And no I did not name it, tell Beanie Babies to get more creative.Processed with VSCO with b1 preset

 

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