Cool, Calm, and Collected.

Yesterday, while downtown for some interviews, I stepped in a crack in the sidewalk. The heel of my high heel got caught and my ankle turned in a "not normal" way. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. I stumbled, flailing my arms about, and resisting a full fledged fall by poking my rear in the opposite direction. It was pure genius the way I balanced my purse and the papers I was carrying. I dropped nothing and avoided making the crack in my ass any bigger. I quickly regained my composure and continued on. Everyone in the vicinity looked at me funny. But I just looked straight ahead into the distance as if nothing peculiar had just occurred... Cool, Calm, and Collected.