Christmas Came Early This Year
Christmas came early this year – in the form of black ice and a telephone pole.
I was driving to work, minding my own business, and suddenly I felt like my poor car slipped on a banana peel. It shot forward and slammed head on into a telephone pole. Many kind people came running to help me. None could believe that I was crawling out of the car without so much as a scrape or bruise. I was completely unharmed, but my poor car, Maxine, was totaled.
I like to think that I had angels looking out for me that day. And while some may choose to question why my angels put a patch of black ice under my car, I choose to applaud their efforts for taking me careening into that pole. See, on the other side of that pole was a person on the sidewalk with a snow blower. That pole was the only thing between us. My angels and his angels obviously got together on this one. 🙂
The full impact of the accident didn’t really hit me for a day or so. I actually went in to work afterward and put in a full day, going about my business as though there had been no interruption. The next day on lunch, I drove down to the collision lot and emptied out my car. About 3pm it occurred to me that I had left a window cling in the rear window. I texted my husband in a panic. The collision place would be closed that weekend, and they were moving Maxine first thing Monday morning. I wouldn’t have a chance to get down there to retrieve it. What was I going to do!? Yes, suddenly, I was reduced to tears over the thought of losing a $5 NaNoWriMo window cling. My husband talked my off the ledge and we ordered a new one.
But the stage was set for a very emotional weekend.
I found myself tearing up at the slightest provocation. I sang out loud to the cheesy music in the grocery store, thankful to be able to do a chore without pain. What a gift it was just to be there!
I have thought a lot about the accident and what the universe may have been trying to tell me. I like to believe that things happen for a reason.
Could it be that the universe was telling me I was becoming too complacent? I had been dragging my heels about trading Maxine in after ten years for a new car. Could this be the universe telling me it was time?
That morning I was driving slow due to the weather, but I have been known to get a bit ambitious in my driving in an effort to be on time. Maybe this was the world nudging me and saying see, accidents happen. Be careful.
When I stop to think about how different the whole thing could have turned out… how if the pole wasn’t there, I could have hit another person… how if the car had spun, I could have slammed into that pole with the driver’s side door and may not be walking around right now…
I think the universe was trying to tell me that life is short. It can disappear in the blink of an eye. If we spend our time here getting caught up in all the drama around us, we lose sight of what is truly important. If we spend our time working and never playing, we waste our lives. If we don’t tell people how we feel about them, we waste our lives. If we don’t go out of our ways to care for others, people who may never be able to repay us, our lives are wasted.
Yes, Christmas came early this year – in the kindness of strangers, in gratitude, in awareness of the moment I am in.
Let’s make 2015 the year we wear our hearts on our sleeves and tell people we love them without fear. Let’s go out and do something big and brave and scary. Let’s let go of all the drama and mental garbage we drag around with us in our daily lives (we all have some!) and spread light and love and peace in all we do. Let us speak love to ourselves instead of letting our inner critic have the podium all the time. Let’s let it be the year of truly living.