I’m clumsy. It’s something that I’ve gotten used to over the years. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing, there is a fairly good chance that before the day is over I’m going to trip over my own feet, run into something, trip over something or manage to bruise or injure myself in some fashion.

When I reached the age of 10, I went through a clumsy phase and unfortunately, I have never gotten over it. My sisters nicknamed me Grace because of my obvious lack of that quality. I thought it was mean at the time, but I’ve come to embrace and accept my stumbling alter ego.