2.23.25
I was up at 4am this morning for absolutely no reason. After reading and journaling I decided to take a nap. When I woke up again at 8am I felt great, and it was time to get things done. After a quick trip to Winco, I started chili in the crock pot, made apricot preserve mini puff pastry pies, and prepped two spinach, mushroom, cream cheese, and parmesan cheese stuffed pork roasts. I felt accomplished for the day already, so I packed the bead trinkets I made yesterday, one of the roasts, and chili to head over to my daughter’s house before my tattoo appointment.
We had a nice visit and I headed to the car for my next adventure. I’m fortunate to drive a newer car so it not starting never crossed my mind. Until the fucker didn’t start. My daughter and her boyfriend came outside while I was on the phone troubleshooting the problem and even jumped the car – still nothing. I started to get frustrated and got ahold of my tattoo artist to let him know I was having car trouble. We headed to the mechanic shop hoping that switching out the thingy would fix the car. At that point I was really upset. How could a day that started out so well turn to shit so quickly? I could feel my own tension, frustration, and resentment that I was dealing with this ‘alone’, even though I wasn’t alone. I decided to have her drop me off at the tattoo shop and called a friend to arrange a ride back to my car after my appointment.
After my appointment, we headed back to my car and switched out the thingy. It still wouldn’t start. What the fuck! Once again, I walked away taking deep breaths. Leaving my car there, we headed to my house so I could cook my delicious-looking roast and try to enjoy what was left of the day. About a mile from home, I realized I was locked out. The garage door is programmed in my car, and I had no way to get inside the house. I called my roommate who left work to let me in the house.
I really, really, really wanted a bottle or ten of wine and to wallow in self-pity. I’m grateful for everyone’s help, my tool belt full of tools and skills, and a little bit of grace to overcome the craving, cook a nice dinner, and stop being upset over things that were out of my control.
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