Lately, it seems that no matter how early I get up in the morning, I end up spending my drive to work worrying about the time. An example would be a week ago Tuesday. I thought I had given myself more than enough time, but I found myself trapped in a traffic jam with no way to escape. Because that wasn’t stressful enough, my gas tank was on E and blinking red. The gas station I had planned to stop at was closed because of wind damage to the roof. How inconsiderate of them.
Then I remembered my lunch. I had failed to throw it in my bag, and it was sitting on the kitchen counter rotting.
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, trying not to worry about something that was now beyond my control. To distract myself, I thought about the stops I’d have to make on my way home from work, the load of laundry I didn’t get to, the phone call I would need to make at some point in the day, my broken gate, my credit card bill, my daughters plans for the fall. . . my thoughts were all over the place, and my support hose were twisted and cutting off my circulation.
I decided it was more pleasant to worry about running out of gas, so I emptied my mind and watched the red blinking light. I had to pass up my turn into work to look for a gas station, because I didn’t want to worry about my gas tank all day.
I’d come to the realisation during the anti-pep talk I had been giving myself that morning that the day my to-do list is complete will probably be the day I take my last breath. I must find a way embrace this exquisite disaster that my life has become.
I filled my gas tank and exhaled in relief. I made it to work two minutes late, and took the first opportunity to complain to a co-worker about my morning stress. She filled me in on the cause for the traffic. There had been a construction accident just beyond the gas station I stopped at, which resulted in the street closure. A 45 ton bridge support beam had fallen and killed three construction workers. My morning was suddenly not looking so bad.
April 16, 2016, Daily One Word Prompt: Disaster~<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/disaster/”>Disaster</a>