Yesterday on my way to town to see Rock of Ages a car tried to dart across Route 30 and plowed into my Mom-DorkMobile, pushing my SUV into the oncoming traffic lanes. Luckily, no one else hit me and other than feeling sore and a weird numbness in my fingers that has since subsided, I’m just fine and dandy and THANKFUL.
Thankful that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Sure my car was towed, my front end looking a bit mangled, and one of my tires pretty much disintegrated, but I’m okay. My kids weren’t with me. I didn’t break any bones. I made it to the show on time after the wonderful East McKeesport police officers took good care of me and made sure I got where I needed to be after my car was carried off looking all sad and droopy and smoky.
I’m hoping my car won’t be a total loss because David Conrad’s butt was in that car. It’s a collector’s item for the love of God! At least they could give me back the passenger seat and I could have it installed in a new car.
That wouldn’t be weird at all.
But seriously. The close call made me especially thankful for the simple things in life, you know?
Life can suck. Life is hard. Life hurts.
Embrace the joy where you find it, no matter how small, and be thankful it was there for the finding.
Much love to you all and I’ll see you Monday!