I believe things happen for a reason. However, since my mom
relapsed…and then died, I had a hard time finding reasons in most everything
that’s happened since. When I had my wreck, most everyone kept assuring me
“Everything happens for a reason.” Just constantly throughout each day whenever
the wreck would come up “Everything happens for a reason.” And of course, I’d
agree but give the examples of recent years and how I’m just waiting for those
reasons to unfold.
It has finally struck me. In this particular event, I think
I’ve had my “Aha! Moment,” my epiphany in uncovering the reason- A new
appreciation of life.
Right before the wreck, when my car broke down on one of
those days where I was certainly on the verge of quitting but couldn’t because
I just acquired a new bill to repay for my transportation for that day. The
shop kept my car longer than expected and the total bill nearly caused me to
have a breakdown. It all came back to blaming work (which yes, I think it’s
safe to say that my employer has been the root to all of my problems since I’ve
been there). With the (premature) news of the store closing, I wanted to stick
it out to the end but it was beyond the point of even being worth doing so.
I had the car back for a week… I was up the Monday night
into Tuesday morning, sitting on my bed, updating Facebook that I was
considering not going back to work at all. I just didn’t know if I was going to
call out, call up and let them know I quit, or just be a no call-no show. But
then the math got the best of me. If I stayed and worked two more days, I would
have compensated the remainder of what my repair bill had cost and my bank
account would be a little bit more padded than before the car had to see “the
doctor.”
I went into work Tuesday morning. I felt uneasy getting on
the interstate at the usual spot since traffic around the mall can be
terrifying for me. I went out of the way to get on at an exit that’s usually
less crowded and “safer.” Everything was fine and dandy until the car in front
of me came to a dead stop and the rest is history.
The aftermath of all of that definitely ranks up there as
being one of the lowest points of my life. Certainly not the lowest, but up
there, right under the parents/cancer (and ultimately the death of one parent from
cancer) points.
Waiting for my court date, which only concerned the ticket I
was issued for “crashing my car” was eating me alive. Ok, everything dealing
with the wreck (I won’t even touch on my “new car” chaos) was eating me alive.
Although I think I figured out why I, the one who can never fall asleep, am
having an easier time falling asleep at night. I think I’ve worn myself down
during the past couple of months.
My morning at court finally came. The judge was nice and
generous to the two defendants before me but when it came my time, he made me
work hard. No, he made me fight hard to prove my point and my innocence. BTW:
It’s illegal to STOP on the interstate for no reason…it’s quite dangerous and
endangers people, just sayin’… Personally I don’t think he was really giving
his full attention to what I was saying but that’s another story.
For the record, I was found Not Guilty, as it should be.
After all of that, I finally felt free. I feel like I can
get on with my life and not have all of this weighing me down. Worst case
scenerio though, I would have been offered to take a driver class in exchange
for removing the points from my record, ticket and court fees. Still, that’s
extra stress that I did not want to deal with.
My future with work was still up in the air. I had a plan to
quit. I was actually getting quite comfortable with my plan. Then suddenly, one
of my major work-stress factors went away. But I was still ready to put my plan
into action (my plan being: just quit the next time I really felt like it).
Again, my plan could come into play at anytime. But then something else
happened. The day finally came! We received the news of WHEN we are closing.
It’s horrible for the employees who really need the job. My
prayers are that they find BETTER jobs due to this closure. I hope everyone
finds a job they LOVE to do. I hope they find a job that gives them the TIME to
spend with their loved ones. I hope they find jobs that PAY them what they
deserve, if not better. I hope they are abundantly BLESSED in their future
pursuits.
Now getting to the actual reason why I’m posting this. The
reason is appreciation for my life and to actually LIVE it!
I fear and hate going outside of my comfort zone. Like when
I had my wreck, I feared dealing with the chaos of traffic near the mall so I
decided to take the comfortable way of getting to the interstate and look at
how that all ended up.
All of the money I spent, prior to the wreck, having the car
repaired… I have a horrible relationship with money at times. I love it! I love
to save! I can be a tight-wad. I fear and dread of letting go of my money. I
obsessed over losing money, especially to repairs I’ve had to have on my car
because of all the effort and trash I’ve put up with at work…down the drain. I
think the reasoning is that I need to just let go. Once the money has been
spent, it’s gone. However, it can come back. It may seem infuriating at times
to lose the money but it is a renewable resource.
Then there's time. I'm usually early to work since I allot for plenty of time. I know there's usually plenty of time if need be. On the other hand, I'm really greedy with time. I always try to get out the door and into the car on my way home as soon as I can whenever I leave work. I just want to get home and far away from anything related to my job. But in general, I'm great at both utilizing and wasting time. Post-wreck I find myself taking the long way home that doesn't involve the interstate...it may take an average of 15 minutes longer (on a good day :| ) but it's a lot less stressful. And during that commute, I remind myself that it's better to be safe and not worry about the time it takes to get home than to stress out over taking the route that's designed to get me there quicker.
Unless it's an emergency, don't stress over time.
The stress of just waiting for the court hearing to unfold and the freedom of the ruling… I let everything hold me back but the feeling of freedom from that is indescribable. Again, this is where a lot of the appreciation for life comes from. From December until the morning of court, I pretty much felt like a complete prisoner mentally. I worry over every little thing to begin with but this was beyond torture.
And realizing all of this has helped me to realize the other
smaller reasonings as well. Things do happen
for a reason.