Okay, I’ll admit I’ve had a very bad week, well a bit more
than that.
I knew it wasn’t going to be
easy given the things I had to do but it’s turned out to be a lot more
difficult then I’d ever imagined.
So today
I decided to dedicate the whole day to regrouping – getting myself back in
order.
However, fate had another idea in
mind.
You see, I forgot that I had
ordered something online.
And that today
was the day it was going to be delivered.
And that, as luck would have, the young delivery driver, did not, in fact,
know how to drive.
He beeped his horn
and I rushed to the door, where I stood in horror upon opening it.
You see, he had missed the driveway.
Instead, he had backed up beside the drive
and crushed every one of the solar pathway lights lining it.
I hadn’t even had my morning coffee yet, this
was the last thing I needed.
So, there I
stood, just inside the door sobbing.
I know,
I know, its just 15 bucks worth of lights.
But here I was acting like he’d run over my kid or my dog.
He brought the first box to the door and was
genuinely puzzled as to why I was crying.
I mumbled thru my tears about the lights.
He looked at the yard for a moment and said
he was sorry.
This just made me weep deeper, I sunk to the floor.
It was the release I needed after all that
had happened over the past week or so.
There
was no way to make him understand why I was losing it.
He rushed to his truck for box number
two.
He then said he’d have his
supervisor come over later.
It wasn’t necessary,
this had nothing to with the lights but I was no position to say so at that
point.
Sometimes the thing we need the
most is to just grieve, deep and long.
Even
if no one has died – there are things in our lives that need to be put to rest permanently.
The only way to truly let go is to say goodbye.
Those light represented something from this
week, someone from this very difficult week.
They triggered something, they died for something.
And I feel better, I feel good.
I am glad they're gone. I can move on now.
Okay, I’ll admit I’ve had a very bad week, well a bit more
than that. I knew it wasn’t going to be
easy given the things I had to do but it’s turned out to be a lot more
difficult then I’d ever imagined. So today
I decided to dedicate the whole day to regrouping – getting myself back in
order. However, fate had another idea in
mind. You see, I forgot that I had
ordered something online. And that today
was the day it was going to be delivered.
And that, as luck would have, the young delivery driver, did not, in fact,
know how to drive. He beeped his horn
and I rushed to the door, where I stood in horror upon opening it. You see, he had missed the driveway. Instead, he had backed up beside the drive
and crushed every one of the solar pathway lights lining it. I hadn’t even had my morning coffee yet, this
was the last thing I needed. So, there I
stood, just inside the door sobbing. I know,
I know, its just 15 bucks worth of lights.
But here I was acting like he’d run over my kid or my dog. He brought the first box to the door and was
genuinely puzzled as to why I was crying.
I mumbled thru my tears about the lights. He looked at the yard for a moment and said
he was sorry. This just made me weep deeper, I sunk to the floor. It was the release I needed after all that
had happened over the past week or so. There
was no way to make him understand why I was losing it. He rushed to his truck for box number
two. He then said he’d have his
supervisor come over later. It wasn’t necessary,
this had nothing to with the lights but I was no position to say so at that
point. Sometimes the thing we need the
most is to just grieve, deep and long. Even
if no one has died – there are things in our lives that need to be put to rest permanently. The only way to truly let go is to say goodbye. Those light represented something from this
week, someone from this very difficult week.
They triggered something, they died for something. And I feel better, I feel good. I am glad they're gone. I can move on now.
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