Yesterday, I smashed the front of my car. I was on an unfamiliar road, driving to meet a friend for an 8:00 breakfast before my 10:00 client appointment. There was a sharp curve that I didn’t anticipate, and the front of my car went up on the curb. I am an incredibly cautious driver. I don’t speed or fly through yellow lights. I come to complete halts at stop signs. I use my turn signals prolifically.

But none of that truly matters when you wreck the front of your car, does it?

My husband came and “rescued me.” I was crying (honestly, I was sobbing) about a car I bought used and am still paying on. He called my 10:00 person and said I was sick. He’s not prone to lying, but he was “saving face” for me because, despite my typical extroversion tendencies, I’m truly a very private person (ironic, I know). I eventually reached out to her and told her I was in an accident (but the part about being sick is genuine, too, because twenty-one hours later, I still feel unwell).

At 2:20, after being brave enough to go out to the garage and look at the wreckage, I contacted some people for support. I decided that I’m not perfect (nor have I ever aspired to be). My automatic go-to was not to share this, but after far too many hours crying in bed, I decided that was just plain childish. But now, putting pen to paper (at almost 4 pm), I may get out of my pajamas.

So, the lessons I learned since yesterday morning are:
• trust the people who love you most to be there for you
• be vulnerable
• recognize perfection is impossible
• tell people you love them (but only if you mean it)
• be kind because nothing is guaranteed
• eventually you have to get out of your pajamas

Thank you for listening.
Thank you for following this post.
Thank you for being you.

With love,
Kay