Rise up

Depends on how far the elevator falls .... and how it lands.

Get myself together, regroup, and try again. And oh, wear a safety harness!

Unless it is a one story elevator shaft. I am pretty sure l will die.

I continue to be amazed at my resilience on the one hand, and lament that after each time that happens I'm a little bit diminished.

I've never been one to suggest that suffering is ennobling. We'd unquestionably be better off without it. However ... one learns to expect less and to be unattached to what expectations one retains.

Dust myself off and start again. It's happened a few times but this old dog keeps coming back

I hope for the best, prepare for the worst & never allow myself to be too hopeful about anything. Yeah, ok kinda sucks but I tend to be pleasantly surprised more often than not & not devestated due to unrealistic e,expectations.

Apart from getting my former mother-in-law loaded on White Russians, the quickest and best way to ruin the good and fun times is to load them up with expectations in advance.

Live and learn. I refuse to get twitterpated over a man before meeting.

It is very deflating, however, in time I manage to go on.