We recently moved to a house with much needed extra space. Apparently with the extra space came some extra mirrors because sometimes I happen to look up as I walk into my bedroom and catch a glimpse of myself walking. It is a shock at times to see with my eyes the goofy way I am getting around. After the initial shock wears off, I have to laugh because the stares and sometimes laughter is starting to make sense.
When I am out in public there are times I cannot seem to get out of someones way fast enough. Most people are very generous and nice, but there are those few who would rather knock me over than just hold back a few until I can move out of their way. Sometimes I have wanted to yell out "I used to be you. I used to be able to walk just like you. This could be you, you know." I am glad I am not just like that anymore. I hope and pray I have never been so impatient to someone with a cane, etc...but I have been the one in a big rush no matter what. I always walked in a hurry and rushed everywhere I went. I am really glad I am not able to do that anymore. Well, sometimes it would be nice, but the fact I am getting around is all that matters.
It is the Christmas season and I know I will face some of this when I am out and about. People can stare and even laugh if they want to because I wish they could also figure out to slow down, seriously. Most of what we all rush, rush, rush around for is just not that important. So I am going to do my very best to smile at the rude people, oh and I will smile at the nice and curteous ones also.