A few updates about my life: a couple weeks ago I rolled my car. It was moving day, and I was crazy excited so I was driving too fast around a corner--not speeding, mind you, just too fast for the curve-- when I fishtailed and rolled down the hill. Other than back and muscle issues, I'm fine. My car, however, was totaled.
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| After being pulled back to the road |
The interesting part of it all is that it happened in such a short period of time. Seconds. I was driving down the road, listening to the radio, thinking about my new apartment. Excited to begin a new adventure. Then, suddenly, it all changed. I couldn't go into work because of movement restrictions on my back, and I lost my job. It's been tough. I've struggled to unpack in some semblance of a timely fashion while simultaneously restricting my movement so I can be mostly healed before law school starts. Errands, oh, blessed errands, are endless. I need a new backpack--with wheels-- but I'd prefer something without a cartoon on it. I need to get groceries, but it's difficult to bring them inside. Cleaning supplies, a printer for school, bedding for my first full-size bed... it's a lot.
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| Tow truck operator analyzing the situation. |
Yet, the whole situation could be a lot worse. I rolled down a hill and was stopped by trees, but the windshield never broke. No sapling stabbed me. I left with a seatbelt bruise and without a single scratch. Also, even though I destroyed a car that I loved more than a person should love a car, I have a new car to drive. Insurance has been great, everyone has been so supportive, and I realized I'm happy with where I am in life.
If your life ended right now, would you be okay with the last conversation you had with your parents? Siblings? With the way you work when you're at work? With the job you have? The education you attained? With the words you said or the words you left unsaid?
My life didn't flash before my eyes in the rollover. I didn't see something I need to fix. I saw all of the wonderful things I wouldn't have gotten to do. I didn't get to go to law school, get married, or have kids. How many people can say that their only regret would be not reaching the future that they're on the path to living?
In an attempt to get back to crafting, which I used to love, this is what I made this weekend (you put cards in the pockets):
