Some days just don't go as planned. I don't know about you, but if I let it, it makes me want to scream and cry and throw things. Because it is so dang frustrating!
I mean, we have plans! We are making things happen. And POOF. Just kidding. Try again.
Take one day last week, for example. The morning activities Scott and I had after dropping the kids off took way longer than expected. So, naturally, we got home later than expected and were rushing around to get everything ready (he had to leave for work and I was prepping for a meeting, picking Chloe up from school, doing a little work at a coffee shop, then picking up the boys for the gym), plus trying to grab lunch before we left the house.
We get everything all done, stuff is loaded in my car, I'm feeling good, ready, pumped for my meeting...you know, ecstatic that I got everything done and wasn't rushing out the door last minute!
I kiss Scott goodbye, put the dogs up and head out into the garage. Get in, get situated, and turn the key. Click click click click click.
Okay. Wait a sec. Try again. Click click click click click.
Are. You. Kidding. Me.
I immediately call Scott, who is also in disbelief that my car won't start. Thankfully he had just left the house so wasn't too far to turn around. We try jumping it and nothing. Over and over and over again.
Needless to say, I had to cancel my meeting because I knew I wasn't making it there. Scott and I somehow managed to get my car to the nearest auto shop (let's just say we went country that day!!) within the hour, and we made some last minute plans.
I was able to meet with the woman I had planned to meet for a quick minute or so and drop off the paperwork she was expecting, Scott and I were able to pick Chloe up from school together, and in the end, it ended up just being a bad battery.
Scott was able to change it out and just like that, we had two vehicles again! He went into work late, and I was able to keep my cool, get a new battery, and still make it to the gym with the boys!
Whew. I'm still tired thinking about that day.
When my car initially made that dreaded click click click noise, I wanted to throw my hands up and cry. Or ask why me. But almost as soon as I had that thought, I told myself that wasn't happening. This wasn't the end of the world and in the grand scheme of things, it could have been a whole lot worse.
Did we have to change our schedules and be flexible? Absolutely. Were we able to get our stuff done and pick Chloe up from school on time? Yup.
We are all thrown curve balls every now and again. That's a given. But it isn't how many curve balls you are thrown or how many you manage to avoid, it's how you handle yourself during those moments.
I could have easily thrown my hands in the air and said, "Screw it! I'm done! No more until tomorrow." Scott could have handled it all.
But I recognized that this little mishap in our day helped Scott and I solve a problem together. We got more time together because of it. And it made me realize that other people are flexible and understanding, as well.
Life happens. Again and again. But let's handle it with grace and love and integrity. We can ask why me until we are blue in the face but let's be real...everyone faces adversity and mishaps and curve balls.
So instead of saying why me, ask how you can handle it and learn from it. Focus on the positives from the experience, even if they aren't always easy to see.
Because, I guarantee, we'll have these same things happen more than once... Learn from it. Grow from it. And recognize that it won't even matter tomorrow. Or in a week. Or in a month.
Have a beautiful day!
With love and wellness,