I don’t quite know how to describe this week.
In the post I had originally written for today, I talked about how despite being frustrated at how slowly the office makeover is moving, I had taken some time away from it to focus on other aspects of my life. Vacuuming my floors, cleaning my bathroom, cooking dinner, donating a big pile of items–little things, but crossing them off my list gives me peace of mind. So as of Sunday afternoon, I was feeling pretty good about life. I had even made some progress on the office too.
But then a couple of hours later, driving along with a car full of items about to be donated, my brakes gave out. I had just enough pressure that I was able to stop the car safely, get home and then get to the mechanic on Monday morning.
It turned out the repair is a big job and more money than I want to put into my 14-year-old car.
So this week has been about buying a car–I definitely don’t have time or focus to work on the office or stay on top of other parts of my life.
I was able to borrow a car from my parents, so I could get back and forth to work–no choice but to stay on top of that. Then, on Wednesday night I came out of the office and the car wouldn’t start. Several hours and a tow truck ride later, I was home and once again vehicle-less.
So I’m not quite sure what’s going on, but the universe is not on my side this week.
I’m trying to look on the bright side. (Happiness is a choice, right?)
I didn’t hurt myself or anyone else when my brakes failed.
I have access to a vehicle that saves me the cost of renting a car.
I was able to work from home for a couple of days when I couldn’t make it into the office.
I’ve been saving my money because I knew I was going to have to buy a new car soon, so I can afford to buy the car I want, even if it’s a bit earlier than I’d hoped.
My parents have a CAA membership, so there was no charge for the tow truck.
The tow truck driver was very kind and dropped me at home before taking the car to a mechanic near my parents (nearly an hour from my work where we started).
My parents’ car is now fixed.
And I bought my car last night and should have it early next week.
Bright side. Bright side. Bright side.
Also on the bright side, it’s Friday. I am ready to leave this week behind and start fresh next week.
But between now and then there are a few more bright spots on the horizon. This weekend I am going to be spending some time my brother and his fiancée and meeting my brand new nephew (just 10 days old!–and just to be clear the nephew is not my brother’s… it’s Matt’s brother’s :)).
And I do have some news about the office makeover to share, so I’ll be back with a full update on the project on Monday. Because despite the universe’s plans for me, progress has been made. Slowly but surely.
I am so glad that you are ok and no one was hurt when the brakes stopped working. It sounds like a tough week overall. Happiness is a choice, but it is also ok to wallow for a short time before you get back up to take on the world. I hope this next week is better. Congrats on your new car!
You’re right, that (a bit of) wallowing is also helpful.
That was some week!!! Hope things go better,although it all worked out, now! Love, Auntie Anne
Thanks, Auntie Anne.
You sure had a rough week, but you have a great outlook. It is important to focus on the positive! Congratulations on the new car!
Thanks, Sarah. I’m excited to get it and drive it around!
What a week! Last fall, a manhole cover flipped up, dented the car underneath and just like that, totalled it. Right out of the blue. It was extremely discouraging and disheartening at the time, though it all worked out for us, too. I’m really glad you weren’t hurt when the brakes went. That sounds scary!! I guess this week was an investment of time in shopping for a car that you won’t have to make later.
We once had problems with two cars in two days, when we were on a camping trip with the kids (age 2 and 3) and a friend. The friend blew the motor on our car, then we picked her up in our van and continued on. Then the van broke down and we had to be towed into the campground. We were 6 hours from home and had barely enough money to make the trip in the first place. I will never again think of the Tyrell Museum without a ton of associated memories and feelings from this incident. It gave new meaning to the term “badlands”…
That sounds terrible! I’ve never heard of a manhole cover coming loose like that. What a fluky accident. My memory of the badlands was desert–nothing around. I can’t imagine breaking down out there.