Desperately seeking a little grace

My clumsiness is nearing epic proportions.

At small levels, this lack of coordination makes for some entertaining stories, and might even be considered a little endearing.

Take the day that I couldn't manage to get a single drop of coffee to my mouth. Was it because I had no money, or perhaps because of the boil water advisory that shut down some coffee shops this winter?
Of course not... it's because I knocked the first cup into the garbage can with my purse while getting sugar, and then, while managing to carry the second cup all the way to my office, promptly spilt the entirety of it over my desk.

As I've theorized before, it could be that my brain is overflowing with random facts (I have an insane memory for random details, as well as those more related to my field in general) which push out basic coordination. Seriously, though, I find it difficult to drink coffee while walking, and am utterly distracted by the difficult task of putting one foot in front of the other if I am carrying more than one bag. Growing up in a city built up the slopes of a mountain, my friends used to take bets in the winter of how many times I would tumble on a walk.

These tendencies have somehow been further emphasized by my new apartment. Part of it is the clutter (which has almost disappeared, thankfully), and part of it is that my reflexes have not adapted to my new environment. As such, I am running into corners, bonking my head, and dropping things at increasingly high rates. I managed to smash a glass cutting board yesterday and a picture frame today. People don't even respond to crashing sounds, followed by a string of profanities in the other room anymore.

So how does one go about honing such skills? Do I take up juggling or tightrope walking? Or do I just accept my life of random bruises?