On Saturday, my computer decided not to turn on. On Sunday, it magically worked but then the printer decided to die. All this during a hectic work weekend where I had to generate loads of completed contracts. I survived.
Sunday night found me catching up on laundry. That was until I found the washing machine at the end of the cycle still filled with water and smelling like smoke. I wrung out the load before placing in the dryer. Channeling my pre-industrial revolution ancestral sisters, I proceeded to hand wash my children’s dirt-stained Little League uniforms for Monday’s team photos. My arms are still sore. Forget Jillian Michaels. Try handwashing your children’s clothes for a week and you’ll have chiseled arms. Anyway, I called the repair man and called it a night.
Monday night, my bathroom sink fell off the wall. I kid you not. Please reference evidence to the right. Thankfully, no one’s feet were beneath it at the time.
I didn’t yell, curse or cry even. I stood there in disbelief amidst an insistent chorus of, “It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it! I swear! ” from my children and shut the door to the bathroom. I called my trusted fixit guy and informed my kids we were down a bathroom for the time being.
Sometimes life goes smoothly and sometimes it sends you a shit storm.
I don’t know why life decided to send me a shit storm. I consider myself a kind and honest person. Maybe it’s just really bad Karma from a former life. But whatever. I’m in the middle of it now so there is no point in trying to figure out why.
I’m actually pretty proud of how unruffled I’ve been through this all. I’d love to tell you it’s because I’m such an evolved person. I meditate, journal, and exercise regularly so clearly I’ve become so Zen as a result. While I do genuinely believe these activities help me through difficult times, this one included… I’m also really tired. I briefly contemplated freaking out with the sink. But just thinking about freaking out made me more tired.
Plus, I’ve handled other shit storms in the past. Car accidents, surgery, divorce… so I guess you can say I’m becoming a bit of a Storm Master. Forget Storm Trooper, I’m a Storm Master! It sounds way more Jedi. Anyway, I survived those things and I’ll survive this too.
What I’ve learned is this: Shit happens, problems arise and obstacles will always surface. It’s how you deal with them that counts. Save your energy for the good stuff like cheering your children on at those Little League games, and the necessary stuff like getting yourself to work and paying bills on time. Don’t let these hiccups mess with your mojo. Deal with each situation, remove all emotion and just move on. Life doesn’t wait for you to figure it all out. It keeps on going and so must you.
Carry on sisters!