I had an uneventful eventful day yesterday. I went to work, did more painting in the room that will eventually be my office if the walls stop drinking the paint, and came home. About an hour after I got home, my boss(es) came by and gave me a car. Not a matchbox car. A real car. A cute little Honda Civic. A five speed. With a sunroof. Nice, right? I do have to pay for it, but not all at once and now I don’t have to wait for someone or be on someone else’s schedule anymore, which is really awesome. This is the second time in my life, I’ve had something like that happen. I don’t know if I’m just really lucky or if it’s my overabundance of serotonin that my friend insists I have that makes good things habitually happen to me.
There’s a saying I’ve heard over and over again in my life. It goes something like, “you could fall into shit and come out smelling like roses.” My mom has said it to me, my sisters have said it to me, probably my brother, too, but I just don’t remember when. When I was younger, it used to make me mad. I don’t know why I cared, but I did. And when they said it to me, it was usually because I had found myself in a pretty damning position and somehow by the grace of God, everything always worked out. I don’t think it really made them mad, maybe it just confused them, but either way, they would always say it. And they are right. I do. My daughter’s grandmother used to call me a cat because she said I always “landed on all fours.” Like I said, maybe I’m lucky. Maybe it’s something else. It’s not that I have never fallen on hard times. I have. Repeatedly. It’s more like I learned a long time ago that stressing over things doesn’t fix them. Once I realized that, I stopped stressing and things just started to fall into place. It’s happened on so many occasions, I’ve stopped counting. I don’t mean to say that I was stressing over not having a car, because I wasn’t. I did have my reservations about taking a job so far away from home without having transportation. I admittedly have problems depending on people. It makes me very uncomfortable, but with everything else in life, I just learned to suck it up and deal with it. I think that’s the difference between me and a lot of people. I always expect the best while others expect the worst. Call it my eternal optimism if you will. I know I didn’t do anything to deserve a car. I needed one. I’m sure it will be more convenient for the guys if I have one at work, but I was perfectly ok without one. I was getting to work fine. It was definitely more inconvenient for them than it was for me. But I’m ecstatic to have one. I can’t even tell you how many times over the last couple months I have said, “man, if I had a car…..” And now I have one. Needless to say, I am very thankful for the people who have a tendency to make their way into my life. I have always believed we are exactly where we are supposed to be when we are supposed to be there. And I will continue to be the eternally smiling, kumbaya singing, tree hugging, people hugging, optimist that I have turned out to be because it not only makes me happy, but I’m convinced that it is the sole reason I have the “luck” that I do. Have a great Saturday everyone. Until tomorrow.