What a pain

Hey now, Thursday.  Yet another heavenly day in the 212. I'm feeling blessed to be here enjoying my favorite season. There truly is nothing like Fall in New York.

But I wanted to give a little insight to the young readers of my blog today. If you're in that phase of your life where you think you're untouchable, unstoppable, and immortal, know this- you're not. If you think being arrogant, pretending to know more than your bosses who clearly know more than you, or burying your face in your new iPhone so you can Instagram or Tweet or update your life away on a gorgeous day like today because you are too important to care, stop.  If you think your abs will always be a pack of six or your skin will not need a bunker's worth of products, you're wrong. Dead wrong.

I say this not because I care so much about how you act, but because I'm here to tell you all of that insufferable invincibility ends when you reach a certain age. I'm not sharing which age with you, but trust me you'll know it when it hits. I tell you this because two nights ago, while standing barefoot in my kitchen doing absolutely nothing, I hurt myself. Badly.

 I felt a cramp in my right heel and ever since that moment, I've been in agonizing pain. I don't want your sympathy. I'll be fine. But the point is- when you reach that time in your life, you begin to injure yourself simply when you're getting a seltzer out of your fridge on a Tuesday night. It's going to happen to you, and it just happened to me. And it's freakish. What's next, falling out of bed? Just when this think called life allows you a solid relationship and career and a halfway decent haircut, this kind of shit happens. Sigh. 

So think of that when you think nothing can break your stride. And although I found it funny that this happened, it also made me a little sad. Imagine the damage I can do when I'm actually doing something. Yikes.

Cause that's what's up this injured for no good reason kind of Thursday in the 212.  Is this pain from nothingness a sign of things to come? I hope not . (Now pass the Motrin).  XO