People who are just now in the process of getting to know me are actually meeting someone else. I imagine the stuttering professor who runs into things, knocks things over, moves slowly, whose mind goes blank. If asked to describe me they might use adjectives like "clumsy, low energy, scattered..."
I never thought of myself as graceful, but looking back, I realize it may have been a fair descriptor. I have added "grace" to the list of things I will be grateful to ever get back. Grace, room enough in my stomach for a bowl of pasta, abs, motivation...
I think about how physical mannerisms play a part when we assemble a snapshot of someone's personality. The way they walk, sit, move are as much a part of that snapshot as the things they say. I used to think of my body as separate from my mind and my actions. But the connections are inseparable. My mind can't carry on in its usual creative snowball when distracted by constant discomfort and confusion.
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