Ever have one of those weeks? It starts off innocently enough. You get up, go through the motions, get ready so that you can get to work on time. Things are going along as they always do, a routine so mundane and boring you could pretty much sleep-walk through the whole thing.
Oh dangit. A papercut. Ahh well, it isn’t that bad. I will just go find a bandage. You dig the box of bandages out from the back of the cupboard and as you are opening the box… OUCH!! An even bigger papercut, this time from the bandage box.
And then it starts. The phone rings. It’s Dad, saying Mom is in the hospital with a nasty, serious, scary something that they can’t yet say what it might be. Just that it is something terrible.
My first inclination is to jump on the plane and get over there. But wait! I have this new job that requires I show up to it. (Grown up responsibilities and all that nonsenses). I fuss and fret, commiserate with the siblings and my younger sister (let’s call her Seester) shuffles her stuff and announces she will head there in the morning. Phew! That helps. Seester is awesome and capable. I can relax a bit.
Soooo hi ho, hi ho. Off to work I go.
Have you ever crossed paths with someone who seemed intent on your demise? You know the type… a mere whisper of her name and you hear horses neighing in terror. This person has 007 style laser beams in her eyes and can actually cut limbs off with a simple stare. She breathes fire and steals souls. She eats puppies for breakfast.
Well maybe not the puppies. But the rest is true, I swear.
For whatever reason this person became a part of my life this past week. I had to deal with her (there was no escape), but seriously after a few run ins with Frau Blucher (n-n-e-i-g-hhhh) I was ready to find me a hidey-hole and… well, HIDE.
But you know me. I’m a fake it til you make it kind of gal. I firmly affix the smile that tells the world, Frau Blucher included (n-n-e-i-g-hhhh) that I am rising above the shit they are handing me. I can do this. Don’t they know that I Am Spiritual?
And then the email comes. Dad is in the hospital now too. More big ugly scary stuff? Who knows? They will do tests and more tests, meanwhile wheeling Mom down to Emergency to visit him.
Maybe I’ll just sit right here in my rocking chair. Like worry, it will get me nowhere, but it will give me something to do.
And then the text comes. “Hi Mom. I know it is the middle of winter and the dark of night, but the car broke down and we are in the middle of nowhere. Stranded. And I’m pretty sure I just saw some guy in a goalie mask holding a chain saw. Maybe he can help us 🙂 “
That sound you just heard? My head exploding.
As it turned out, Emily got home safe and sound, my Dad’s tests were all fine, Mom is on the mend and Frau Blucher (n-n-e-i-g-hhhh)? Well, I am still working on that one.
Basically all of that worry was for naught. Story of my life, though one I am intent on changing: I build mountains in my mind, have them tumbling down, taking out whole villages and sinking into the earth, a massive pile of destruction and mayhem, when in reality, all they add up to is just a few bumps in the road. And with this, as in all things, I tend to find the lesson after the fact.
So what did I learn from the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Week? I learned a little bit more about letting go, about trusting, about giving control over to the highest power. I learned that while worry almost never helps, humor always does. I learned that when I decide I know what is best, I end up in a situation where I am having to deal with a very loud and vocal representation that “OH NO YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT’S BEST” in the form of Frau (n-n-e-i-g-hhhh) Blucher, who continues to ever so gently guide me back to the right path.
Bumpy week, but all in all a week I am very grateful for. Sometimes those little nudges from the Universe seem bigger than they are. Hindsight being what it is, I’d have to revise my opinion and say that it was really The Learning, Growing, Letting Go and Trusting Week.
Boy am I glad it’s over.