I am a klutz. That’s Yiddish for someone who is endlessly clumsy. I have two left feet, and I’m right-handed. I’m not sure why it’s so difficult for me to carry a cup of coffee, exit a car, walk forward, but I trip, I fall, I stumble, I spill (though I am surprisingly good at catching myself mid-stumble … thank you ballet … that I was not particularly good at … not that that should surprise anyone). Mind you, this never ever stops me from drinking coffee, baking, planning, organizing, exercising, grabbing a quick bite to eat, talking on the phone, while simultaneously painting my nails … in heels, but the truth remains, I am a klutz. Maybe it’s because I’m doing so many brilliant things at once.