Clumsy. That's the one word I would use to describe myself. I probably run into walls and people at least 40 times a day. Broken bones, black eyes, bruised ribs can all attest to my "lack of grace" as some call it.
This is a story about how clumsy meets beauty. A story of how I discovered that I am more than an accident prone girl, worth more than the high premiums insurance companies charge me (apparently I am what they call "high risk"). This is a story about what happens when you allow yourself to be free and step out of your comfort zone. This is my story. My discovery. My pain. My laughter. My freedom.
I hope you enjoy this crazy ride and laugh with me on this journey. What's a journey without people to share it with? Laughter, love and relationships....When all else fails we still have those.
