For once, I have normal drama in my life.
I was heading to my therapy appointment this week and all was well. I wasn't running late. Traffic wasn't seeming to be too bad. Green lights were coming one after another. And then someone ran a red light.
Crash. Right into the rear door on my side of the car. The airbags deployed and I'm pretty sure that scared me more than the initial impact. Thank goodness my daughter wasn't in the car with me.
The guy who hit me got out of his car and tried to run. That didn't work out so well for him since there was a policeman sitting in the parking lot right by the intersection. No insurance. Not here legally. Outstanding warrants. All reasons to run in his opinion. Part of me almost, and I mean almost, feels badly for him.
However, I won't be saying that to my husband again because he came un-glued when he heard me say that. That conversation was over the phone because he, of course, was out of town when this happened. And then I casually mentioned that I was driving his car because mine was low on gas that day. More un-gluing.
I spent yesterday in bed; physically and mentally jarred. I'm sore and achy but I'm ok. I'm thankful. I'm happy to be alive. And while that may sound small to most; the thrill of living has not been a constant friend in my life.
For me, as of late, it has been about perspective. Yes things have been highly fucked up in the past. And yes, life still has its shitty moments. But with a measure of perspective, living my current life isn't all that bad.
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