As I was going to lunch yesterday, I learned a valuable lesson. Just when you think things are going pretty well for you, you step in a pothole, literally.
I was meeting a couple of ladies for lunch. I put on a awesome outfit and fixed my hair and makeup just right. The restaurant was busy so I had to park a block away. I was walking up to the restaurant slightly strutting my stuff because I thought that I looked pretty good when BAM!. I stepped in a pothole. Could there be a better metaphor for life?
I struggled to maintain my balance and luckily I didn’t fall completely down to the ground. I kept my footing, regained my balance and continued walking to the restaurant with a bit of a bruised ego. There went my strutting.
As I reflect on my near-fall experience, I can’t help but laugh. Life is like my walk to the restaurant. You’re strutting your stuff one minute, stepping in a pothole the next. It’s like Frank Sinatra’s song “That’s Life”. “You’re riding high in April, shot down in May.” But the key is the next line. “But I know that I’m going to change my tune when I’m back on top in June.”
I regained my balance, composed myself, walked into the restaurant and enjoyed a fabulous lunch with two wonderful ladies. But I suppose that’s life. You’re strutting your stuff one minute, falling in a pothole the next. The key is getting up, brushing yourself off, and going forward.