Bicycles and other things

Fell off my bicycle today, cycling back from college- there's a kerb that I'm always a bit apprehensive about on the road before our house, because it's a little uneven. So when I tried to make the transition from road to pavement at an angle that wasn't quite right, and a little too slowly... I went sprawling. A woman immediately stopped and jumped out of her car to see if I was ok (people here are nice like that) ... and after assuring her that 'oui, ca va...' despite my stinging palms and knees, made the sheepish walk back to the house. Washed the mud off my hands and they have bits of gravel embedded in, it's not pretty. And two grazed knees.... feels like i'm a kid again.

It made me think though... when you fall over, the only option you have, really, is to pick yourself back up again. No matter how shit you feel, or how much you want to just sit there and cry in the mud. The past couple of weeks I've been sitting in the mud. There have been days I want to curl up in bed and just cry (and I have) but now I am getting back up again. And I'm aware I'm doing it in a strength that's not my own.... because left on my own, I'm weak.