Wake Up- UGH. Awake. Decide to put on work clothes because I’ve been wearing jeans/leggings and boots 3-4 days a week lately because shitty weather and I’m not really supposed to.
So I’m looking good, stick in some cute earrings, wear the flats that are not smart for the cold and snow but look good, and wear the shirt that for some odd reason make my slowly emerging collar bones look awesome. It’s the small, weird things sometimes.
Leave for work on time, doing my thing, and then my car is slipping on ice and to avoid hitting the car in front of me….. I go into the snow bank and the snow has other ideas about me getting to work on time.
I call Dad, he’s out and not picking up, then I call roadside assistance and schedule a tow truck to pull me out, but they’re not coming for an hour, so I get the shovel out of my trunk and start moving snow.
This is where I like people, because 3 good Samaritans descended, two from nearby homes and one guy pulled over. I have my car out in a few minutes. I wish I noticed which house they came from, I’d stop over later and bring them gifts.
Unfortunately my car was not ok, so I went 20mph to the place that normally services my car. I get in touch with my dad to borrow his car to go to work, and he ALSO bought his car in this morning. So I call my boss who comes and gets me, bless him.
My car IS now okay after the underside being cleared of debris and I can pick it up after work, so it definitely could have been worse.
But then I also spilled hot coffee all over my arm, lost an earring and generally am not winning today. I look cute, but I am like 0 for 10 today.
Plus side? I feel good, despite shitty things happening. Like I’m out of the deep depressive rut that came over me this past week or so.
Maybe it was leaving work at a normal time guilt free yesterday, or a mini-Netflix binge of One Tree Hill that gave me a blast to the past of an old relationship and reminded me how much I’ve grown since. Maybe it was just getting dressed like I gave a shit this morning, or the good Samaritans that show up out of nowhere when we need help the most.
Maybe that physical push out of the snow and ice reminded me of the kindness of others, and gave me the mental and emotional push I needed.
Who knows why, but I’m thankful.