Growth spurts were quite an issue for me when I was younger. I’ve heard some people have relatively easy physical development through childhood, with minimal growing pain and small growth spurts, giving you plenty of time to get used to your new size. But I was not one of those people.
In my experience, growing pains came first. Then I would have a sudden growth spurt. Which means I would then be clumsy for a while until I got used to my new proportions. I would run into walls when walking around corners, stub all my toes on random furniture, trip over my own feet, close my fingers (or my whole hand) in doors, smack my shoulder (and sometimes my head) on doorways when walking into rooms, and hit my ribs, hips, or elbows on the edges of tables and counter-tops. Hitting my elbows usually resulted in half of my arm going numb. It was humerus, but not funny.
Then I finally got used to everything, and I became slightly more graceful once more. Which meant another growth spurt was not far ahead, and I got to do it all over again. But I like to think that is part of the reason I’m (mostly) graceful now.
Sometimes going through life is like having growth spurts. You go through stages of change. Sometimes the change is sudden. Sometimes it is gradual. Either way, you have to get used to a new normal. By the time you get the hang of it, it is almost time for another growth spurt. But you have some experience under your belt now. The next change still takes some getting used to, but you will get the hang of it eventually. It takes time, so don’t get too frustrated when you stub your figurative toes on the metaphorical furniture of life. It gets better, I promise.