July was difficult.
I was in a major car accident this month.
Usually when people talk about car accidents, there are descriptions of adrenaline rushes, or maybe your life flashing before your eyes. I didn't experience any of it. In fact, I didn't really feel anything. My airbags didn't even go off either, but the entire front of my car took the brunt of the force and crumpled. My noble Corolla made the ultimate sacrifice.
I suppose as far as car accidents go, it went as "best" as it could. Only 30 meters ahead was Lucas in his own car, so when he heard the accident he came running. I'm grateful he was there. I don't think I was very coherent. He's helped me along every step of the way with unlimited patience. I'm not sure what I would have done if he wasn't there.
All the mess afterwards was more than I bargained for. No one talks much about the paperwork following an accident. Plus being left without any transportation made life more than a bit difficult. I was lucky to have the option to "work from home" (let's be honest, it was hard to work when I spent all my time either on the phone with insurance or chasing my damaged car down to remove its license plates).
It's been three weeks, and I'm still anxious to drive. A lot has happened since then. I started writing while recovering. In fact, it was probably the most relaxing, healing thing I've done in a long time. And I have statistical proof--according to my Fitbit, my resting heartrate went way down! (That's...that's good.) Of course, now that I'm back at work, it's starting to climb up again, but still...! I wrote a lot. Initially I just planned on picking up some unfinished pieces from years ago I started for NaNoWriMo, but it took on a life of its own. Maybe when I reach a point I'm satisified, I'll post them somewhere.
Lucas is travelling for work. He's away on a business trip, and I had a difficult time sleeping. Every time he's travelled, he encounters some kind of awful setback or delay. Last night his flight was cancelled and he was stranded--he had to take a six-hour bus ride alone to get to his destination and didn't check into his hotel until 3AM. It's hard not to worry, I know if it were me, I'd be so stressed out!
How funny life is. We spent over a decade being apart from each other, but now only a few days on my own and I'm having a difficult time. I guess we truly are creatures of habit, and this is my new habit now. Having time alone to myself coupled with the heavy summer rain leads me to look back on life and reflect. These are old lady habits, aren't they? I mean, there's a steaming cup of tea next to me, and I'm sitting here reminiscing like I'm in my seventies. It's hard not to, especially when people from my past are making social calls in my dreams lately. Maybe I'm visiting their dreams too. Hopefully I didn't arrive late to the party when stopping by.
I know I should enjoy this window of time in my life. My mother says these will be the happiest years for me. I'm a little discouraged by that thought--it implies that the years beyond these won't be as happy. Well, I'll show her...! Who says this is the peak?! I'm determined to keep climbing the mountain!
I guess that's all for now. Maybe I'll come back and write again on my next rainy day. Or maybe I'll finish my other writings. The way things are shaping up though... I don't think they'll ever completely be finished.
Usually when people talk about car accidents, there are descriptions of adrenaline rushes, or maybe your life flashing before your eyes. I didn't experience any of it. In fact, I didn't really feel anything. My airbags didn't even go off either, but the entire front of my car took the brunt of the force and crumpled. My noble Corolla made the ultimate sacrifice.
I suppose as far as car accidents go, it went as "best" as it could. Only 30 meters ahead was Lucas in his own car, so when he heard the accident he came running. I'm grateful he was there. I don't think I was very coherent. He's helped me along every step of the way with unlimited patience. I'm not sure what I would have done if he wasn't there.
All the mess afterwards was more than I bargained for. No one talks much about the paperwork following an accident. Plus being left without any transportation made life more than a bit difficult. I was lucky to have the option to "work from home" (let's be honest, it was hard to work when I spent all my time either on the phone with insurance or chasing my damaged car down to remove its license plates).
It's been three weeks, and I'm still anxious to drive. A lot has happened since then. I started writing while recovering. In fact, it was probably the most relaxing, healing thing I've done in a long time. And I have statistical proof--according to my Fitbit, my resting heartrate went way down! (That's...that's good.) Of course, now that I'm back at work, it's starting to climb up again, but still...! I wrote a lot. Initially I just planned on picking up some unfinished pieces from years ago I started for NaNoWriMo, but it took on a life of its own. Maybe when I reach a point I'm satisified, I'll post them somewhere.
Lucas is travelling for work. He's away on a business trip, and I had a difficult time sleeping. Every time he's travelled, he encounters some kind of awful setback or delay. Last night his flight was cancelled and he was stranded--he had to take a six-hour bus ride alone to get to his destination and didn't check into his hotel until 3AM. It's hard not to worry, I know if it were me, I'd be so stressed out!
How funny life is. We spent over a decade being apart from each other, but now only a few days on my own and I'm having a difficult time. I guess we truly are creatures of habit, and this is my new habit now. Having time alone to myself coupled with the heavy summer rain leads me to look back on life and reflect. These are old lady habits, aren't they? I mean, there's a steaming cup of tea next to me, and I'm sitting here reminiscing like I'm in my seventies. It's hard not to, especially when people from my past are making social calls in my dreams lately. Maybe I'm visiting their dreams too. Hopefully I didn't arrive late to the party when stopping by.
I know I should enjoy this window of time in my life. My mother says these will be the happiest years for me. I'm a little discouraged by that thought--it implies that the years beyond these won't be as happy. Well, I'll show her...! Who says this is the peak?! I'm determined to keep climbing the mountain!
I guess that's all for now. Maybe I'll come back and write again on my next rainy day. Or maybe I'll finish my other writings. The way things are shaping up though... I don't think they'll ever completely be finished.