My day started out with purpose and intention. I planned on taking over the world, at least a little bit. I mean, what else does a woman plan to do on a Monday morning?
So I put my taking-over-the-world-game-face on, got myself to the gym, trained legs, and went off to get blood work done.
Then things went wonky.
When I went to leave, my cute car didn’t start AGAIN. It has been acting up lately, but luckily I have AMA.
No worries, they got me on the road within the hour. Fabulous. The only instructions were to let it run for 45 minutes and drive it around. After catching up on emails while the car idled, I started towards home by taking the longest route possible.
In the middle of a very busy intersection the cute car just died. DIED. In mere seconds it went from a running automobile to a hunk of useless metal.
Thank goodness I train like a mad woman.
Without blinking an eye, I hopped out of the car and pushed it in my cute silver flats to the side of the road. No problem. The braking and steering was a tad tricky, but compared to pressing 8 plates this morning, getting the car to the curb seemed like a breeze.
AMA call numero dos.
DLH – Hi AMA friends!
AMA – Hi. Are you in a safe location?
DLH – You bet. I am drinking water on the curb and reading a book. How about you? All safe over there?
AMA – Yes. What seems to be the problem?
DLH – Oh my little car is broken. There is a wiring issue from the engine to the battery and I need you to tow my car to Bob’s over at Authority Automotive. He’s fabulous.
AMA – Ok then. Um…did you call earlier this morning?
DLH – Sure did! Got the boost and then the car crapped out on me. I pushed it to the side of the road and am just waiting to be rescued.
AMA – Well on the bright side, you are now in the 5 km distance from your destination, so there will be no charge for the tow.
DLH – Perfect. I will read my book and lurk awkwardly by the car. See you soon!
Good thing I tend to have more things to do with me than necessary at any given moment. I was able to finish my book AND got some knitting done on a project.
The same man that rescued me hours earlier came back. We chuckled and I watched as he pushed my car backwards to make room for the tow truck.
Then it got cah-RAY-zee.
An old man in a motorized wheelchair who seemed to be wheeling under the influence rolled right off the curb and fell into the street behind my car which was being pushed backwards. His body was strewn in the street, directly in the direct path of my car which was blindly rolling backwards.
I leapt behind the car, started screaming, and got into a squat to physically stop the car.
It felt rather Seinfeld-esque.
After helping the confused, yet highly determined elderly man who let me know ‘that danged curb is a doozy‘ back into his wheel chair, I was on foot to get home.
Seriously, does one woman need this much stuff just to go to the gym and get blood work done?
The answer is no.
Cash is something I had in my purse in the 1990’s, so I couldn’t take the bus and I am way too cheap to take a cab. This morning my pants were fitting, which means I am growing back into them. Cardio seemed appropriate after thinking about my pants, so I started trekking home on foot.
About a kilometer into the trek in my cute, yet ill fitting shoes, I found myself in a cemetery. I was still in ‘take over the world mode‘ and I had an amazing realization.
I am not dead.
If the worst thing that happens to me is my car breaks down and I have to walk a few kilometers while hauling half a house on my back, I have it really good.
I could have been super annoyed and angry, but instead I chose to enjoy the wonkiness. I laughed, smiled, and had a great time getting home.
An hour into my trek home, I found an outdoor zumba class and a festival of sorts taking place in Churchill Square downtown. If my feet weren’t starting to blister, I would have joined in.
If you can’t beat ’em, ZUMBA!
While looking at some jewelry, one of the vendors posed an interesting question to me.
Are you weighted down today?
My answer was, ‘Nope. Not at all!‘. He was looking at my bags and I was looking at my heart.
Perspective makes or breaks you.
I was happy to find a bank machine, get cash, make change, and take the LRT the rest of the way home. It was WAY past meal time and the last thing anyone needed was for me to get hangry.
Taking over the world didn’t involve the 8 million tasks I scheduled at 5 am this morning, instead it was filled to the brim with wonkiness.
After saving the old man from becoming a geriatric pancake by sheer physical strength, I deserve superhero status. At least for the day, right?
Superheroes are known for taking over the world…