I feel quite lucky to have slipped down the stairs, in my last act. I may not have had the story redevelop as it has, with out that break. The fall encouraged my awareness that the show must go on, with a proper script. We get to write, produce, direct and perform on this stage, this life, we have been cast for.
Saturday night, I tripped on an uneven sidewalk coming home from a neighbor's dinner party. It was dark. I had had a bit too much (for me) to drink. I was wearing shoes that were comfortable but not too ugly, so yes, they made me less stable. Just to be safe and because we had enjoyed a lovely evening, I was holding my husband's hand. And down I went.