Eyes darting back and forth - computer screen, clock, computer screen, clock.
I was frantically trying to get yesterday's blog post finalized before I had to head out the door to pick up the husband. Time was quickly dissolving. I had to go.
If you haven't gotten a chance to check out yesterday's post it was all about "releasing the brakes on your life" in order to relinquish joy-squishing control in exchange for true freedom. Missed it? Take a look here!
The blog was finally done, filled to the brim with metaphors all about taking your foot off the brakes, |it is the inner English teacher in me - I love a good metaphor!| and I was out the door, my sister in tow, to go get Brady.
After a 20 minute drive we snagged Brady off a downtown corner and were on our way back home.
Or, so we thought.
Sitting at a red light I was blabbing away to my sister and husband about how excited I was - one of my favorite bloggers had recognized one of my most recent posts! One of my biggest blogging accomplishments thus far in my very small blogging game. Gushing to my biggest supporters, smiling from ear-to-ear, I was sooo exci...
BANG!!!
The loudest, ear-splitting noise I have ever experience resonated through the car. I sat there in a paralyzed shock, unsure of what just happened. Grasping for stability and reality to return.
It took me all of 3 seconds |which felt like an entire lifetime| to realize we had been rear-ended by a giant GMC Sierra. My two passengers also happen to be the two most important people in my world. A quick assessment proved them to be ok |thank God!| so I pulled my car off to the shoulder.
The minutes that followed were laden with the motions that follow an accident: frantic "are you okays?", assessing the damage, exchanging of information, and prayers of gratitude for safety and protection - all being fumbled through with shaky hands and adrenaline levels at all-time highs.
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| My poor Sasha Fierce ain't so fierce anymore. |
As you can tell from the picture above, the damage, while not ideal, certainly could be much worse. And in the end the cars are all just "things". The important thing was that everyone involved was ok!
As we were driving my poor, mangled Sasha Fierce |oh, don't act like you don't name your cars!| home I had a decision. I could laugh or I could cry. My decision was made.
I started laughing, a true belly laugh. The giggles weren't inspired by the damage, or the hours I knew I would spend over the next few days on the phone with the dreaded insurance companies. They were sparked by the insane amount of irony that filled that moment.
I was late to pick up my husband because I was so rapidly typing all about symbolically "releasing the brakes" just to end up in a literal situation of someone "releasing the brakes".
All my silly imagination can muster up is that this kind, apologetic stranger |who we found out went to our same church - how cool!| must had just read my recent post, and being soooo inspired, took my words a little too literally and truly released his brakes. ;)
Hey, just looking for the silver, errr... I mean ironic lining here, people.
Happy Sunday & safe travels, y'all.
Hugs & -ish
Jess
Labels: Last Laugh, Real Life