Looking Out For Each Other

This is the post that I was so Frustrated about the other day.  I have recreated it as best I could four days after I wrote it.

Yesterday, I accidentally hit the trunk button on my key fob when I stopped at the gas station.  I didn’t realize what I had done until my trunk was flapping in the wind.  As I pulled onto the shoulder of the busy road,  a white work van pulled over more than 100 feet ahead of me.  Then a tractor-trailer made a right-hand turn around me and whipped into the driveway just in front of me that I had not noticed until that moment.  I was more than a little nervous.

Having been hit by a bus in November (on foot), I had no desire to now be hit by a car or truck.  Because of my injuries, I don’t move very quickly so I was afraid to get out of the car on this two lane road without much of a shoulder.  So I waited until there were no cars as far as the eye could see before I got out of my car, went around to the back, and shut the trunk.  My heart was pounding the whole time, but no cars or trucks drove past until I was back in the driver’s seat of the car.  Relief.

I turned on my left turn signal and then I noticed the van.  It was still sitting there.  As I prepared to get back onto the road, the white van made a u-turn back onto the road heading back in the direction from which we had both come.  In that moment, I realized the man in the van had been looking out for me.  I’m guessing he saw my trunk open near the gas station and was trying to let me know.  He pulled over and watched to be sure I was okay.  When he saw that I was, he went on his way.

I will probably never know who the man in the white van was.  I will never be able to thank him personally.  But I am grateful nonetheless.  And I will thank him by looking out for someone else.  And I encourage you to look out for each other.  Help the woman in the grocery store who can’t reach the top shelf (that would be me), be sure the child between the clothing racks know where his mom is before you go on your way, and if you see a Taurus with the trunk open… I’ve hit the button on the key fob again!

It does not matter…

It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop. ~Confucius

This is my affirmation for myself on this Wisdom Wednesday.  When I am feeling like I am not progressing quickly enough, I will remember the tortoise won the race.

Lessons Learned

Last night I had a nightmare and woke up so scared that I thought my heart would pound right out of my chest.  Needless to say, I had a difficult time falling back to sleep.  When I did finally manage to nod off, it was time to get up.  Then I had one of those days where everything was a challenge.  Now I am not one to wish my life away.  But whatever lessons I was supposed to learn today, I hope I “got” them.  I am not interested in taking those tests again.

 

 

 

Frustrated!

I just spent a significant amount of time drafting a post about an incident that occurred yesterday.  I had been reading another blogger’s tips and was inspired to write this post rather than “saving it for later.”  Because I had forgotten to create a password for the two-step authentication security setting on my WordPress app on my phone, I hit “save draft,” and “poof!” it was gone.  I tried hitting the back arrow and hoped it would have saved the draft somewhere.  No such luck.  Well, it is nearly 11:00 PM on Easter Sunday.  I have iPhoneography tomorrow (3rd Monday of the month is black-and-white… my favorite), so I will not be rewriting the post until Tuesday.  In the meantime I will be working on the two-step authentication issue.  Aaarrrggghhh!!!

Traditions

 

My two youngest sons (17 & 11) dyed these eggs yesterday, as is our tradition.

My two youngest sons (17 & 11) dyed these eggs yesterday, as is our tradition.

 

As I watched my sons dye Easter eggs, I thought about our family traditions.  We always put up our Christmas tree on Thanksgiving night.  We go to my in-laws’ for Christmas Eve and my mother’s on Christmas night.  And we dye eggs for Easter.

These traditions help give our family predictability and identity.   Some traditions simply keep us connected.  We used to go to lunch every Sunday after church, but a series of events (losing a pastor, my accident, my brother moving) have made it more difficult and less frequent.  I miss it.

It makes me happy that my 17-year-old son is still voluntarily dying eggs (he shot this video), that my daughter and her husband now spend the night at my house the night before Thanksgiving so we can cook all the traditional holiday dishes, and that my husband and I take an annual anniversary trip.   I look forward to these rituals, big and small.  They help define who we are as a family.

Joseph Campbell’s book, The Power of Myth, addresses the lack of myth in our culture.  Much of the disconnect among generations, lack of familial and community responsibility, and individual identity issues can be traced back to a lack of ritual and story.  One way to remedy this is through family traditions.

What are some of your traditions?

 

 

Out of My Comfort Zone

Those of you who read my blog on a regular basis will notice the drastic change in my theme.  As part of the current blog challenge in which I am participating, I was encouraged to change my blog’s look.

My favorite color (or non-color, I should say) is black.  Most of my wardrobe is black (including my motorcycle gear).  Whenever I am given a choice of colors in anything, I choose black.  It is introspective, sleek, and classic.  So for me to go from a mostly black blog to this bright, somewhat color-spattered theme is somewhat unsettling.

However, in the spirit of personal growth, I am going to leave this new theme in place for a few days to see if I can get used to it.  If not, I can always go back to what is safe.  Just out of curiosity, let me know what you think of the new look.

Forgiveness means…

Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past.
~Lily Tomlin

When I have used this quote, people often have to think a moment before they get their head around the concept.  For me, it has been a lifesaver.  Once I can accept what has already taken place, and know that it cannot be changed, it is much easier to let go of it.  And forgiveness is all about letting go.  Happy Wisdom Wednesday!

 

Simply Keeping My Commitment

I guess I am catching up from an emotional weekend, as I scraped myself out of bed at 10:00 this morning.  I managed to get caught up on some email and sort of cook dinner (tuna salad sandwiches and soup).  I helped my son with homework and here I am, at the end of the day, keeping my blogging commitment.  I still haven’t completely unpacked my suitcase, but I hope to get it done before bed.  Oh, and I need to take a shower… if I want to sleep in bed tonight.

Incidentally, I am taking part in a blogging challenge (which began today) to continue growing and improving my blog.  I said I was not going to share my goals publicly, but I am going to be getting those goals written down for myself tonight.  So you will hopefully notice some improvements in the next couple of weeks.  For tonight, I am simply keeping my commitment to write.