Life’s not perfect. You learn to deal with things, and it makes being alive pretty great.
Okay, so you’re not gonna believe the shit that happened in the last 24 hours.
Last night around 11 PM I was taking Evan to work like normal. On the way there, the left side of my Range Rover hydroplaned and threw me into the next lane. Not exactly how I like to start an evening. Then a little farther down the road there was a police officer sitting on the shoulder with his lights on. I passed him and he immediately pulled out behind me. He followed me for about a mile before turning around and going the other direction.
I dropped Evan off and headed home.
On my way back, the same officer was sitting on the opposite side of the road with his lights on. I passed him and once again he pulled out behind me. This time he followed me all the way to the stop sign by the railroad tracks. He pulled up next to me, looked over, saw Parker hanging his head out the window, smiled, waved, and turned right.
Apparently Parker is now handling all legal matters for the family.
A few hours later, around 2 AM, my phone rings. Evan is sick and needs to come home. Cool. So I drag my tired ass out of bed and go get him. On the way home we’re arguing and out of nowhere a deer jumps in front of the car. I slam on my brakes, the deer survives, we survive, and now my brakes are squeaking like crazy.
At that point I finally got back home and managed to get a little more sleep before starting my workday.
My first client was a few minutes late, but we still got done on time. Somehow I managed to get all my laundry done before my next appointment.
Then comes my favorite part.
Somewhere in my sleep-deprived brain I convinced myself my next client was at 12:30.
She was not.
Her appointment was at noon.
So at 12:07 she texted me and I replied, “Oh great! I’m glad you’re here early so we can get started early because I have somewhere I need to be.”
Her response?
“Lynette, my appointment was at noon. I couldn’t get into the building. I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for the last seven minutes.”
Y’all, what even is life at this point?
Luckily we got everything figured out and handled.
At the same time, Evan was at urgent care with my mom because I couldn’t take him myself. Turns out his asthma flared up, he was aspirating, and his sciatic nerve was acting up because of his lower back issues. He ended up with a steroid and a muscle relaxer, and eventually we picked up a back brace too. Fun times. It’s been a long time since all of that decided to happen at once.
Then I headed out to see one of my special needs clients. I should have made it there on time, but road construction had other plans. Every road seemed to be closed, traffic was bumper-to-bumper, and I was supposed to arrive somewhere between 1:30 and 1:45. I didn’t finally pull into their driveway until after 2:15.
By that point I was supposed to head to one of my couples. I texted them and explained what was going on and told them the soonest I could get there. Their response was, “Lynette, I think you need a break. Why don’t we just reschedule?” Honestly, I could have hugged them through the phone.
So I finally made it home and immediately ordered Savoy pizza. Not a salad. Not something healthy. Pizza. I damn near ate the whole thing. Most of the garlic cheese bread disappeared too. Half the tots vanished. Evan got his own meat pizza because that’s what he likes.
Then we went to pick up his back brace and because apparently my life wasn’t weird enough already, I almost hit an albino squirrel. An albino squirrel. At that point I just laughed because honestly what else are you supposed to do?
We got home, got medications figured out, took Parker out for a little bit, and finally slowed down long enough to breathe.
And then I did the scariest thing out of everything that happened in the last 24 hours. I completely dropped my whole truth with absolutely no filter. I didn’t hold back, I didn’t soften it, I didn’t carefully choose my words, and I didn’t pretend everything was okay. I just laid it all out there exactly as it was and dumped everything I’ve been carrying onto the one person I’ve probably been the most afraid to do that with.
And to my surprise, they didn’t disappear. They didn’t pull away. They didn’t suddenly become busy. They stayed. They listened. They leaned in.
I don’t know what the hell is happening in my life right now, but people are finally showing up for me. My mom stepped in and helped with Evan when I couldn’t be in two places at once. My clients gave me grace when I needed it. One of my couples literally looked at my day and told me to sit my ass down and take a break. And then the one person I was most afraid would walk away didn’t.
What’s crazy is none of the actual problems disappeared. My car still hydroplaned. I still almost hit a deer. Evan still ended up at urgent care. Road construction still turned my schedule upside down. I still almost hit a damn albino squirrel while picking up a back brace. And as I’m writing this, I’m still waiting to see if Evan is well enough to make it through another overnight shift tonight.
But somehow it all feels different because for the first time in a very long time I don’t feel like I’m carrying every single thing by myself anymore.
Maybe that’s the real lesson in all of this. Life doesn’t suddenly become perfect. The weird shit still happens. The hard stuff still happens. People still get sick. Cars still hydroplane. Deer still jump out in front of you at 2 AM. But when people finally start showing up and standing beside you while you’re dealing with it, somehow it makes being alive feel a whole lot better.
Life’s not perfect. You learn to deal with things, and it makes being alive pretty great.
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