This week was a doozy. Back pain kept me home on Tuesday. Thursday, I was in an accident. The result of which means it’s now cheaper to find another car than have mine fixed. (Both drivers are fine, )
This idea has terrified me for a couple of years now. How would I pay for it? Where would I find one? Who could I trust? I knew it would come. Car is, after all, a 1995 model with over 226K miles on her. She is old, and just plain worn out.
She’s also been a workhorse for me since 2000. I kept praying, “Please don’t break down, I don’t know how to replace you.” And yet. Two breakdowns, a couple of fender benders, and the accident. In ten months, she’s suffered these indignities, as gracefully as I could let her.
The universe told me in no uncertain terms, now was the time to let go. Panicked and anxious, I took comfort in my friend’s expertise. This is twice in two weeks he’s literally ridden to my rescue. I cannot begin to express how grateful I am to have him in my life.
We got my car to a body shop which gave me a heart stopping quote for repair. And then, “oh by the way, one of the managers here has a Honda Civic he’s selling for [almost half the price of repairs].” Deep breath.
The next morning, we went back to test-drive the car. I was in love with this 1997 Honda Civic two-door before I turned the corner in the parking lot. The real test was on the streets when my friend put it through its paces. I’m so happy to say New Car passed with flying colors. Now, all that’s left is the financial details. I have no choice but to leave it up to the universe, and have faith it has me covered.
My journey with food is becoming one of exploration. New recipes, new techniques, new ingredients and tools. Food is no longer about just eating to stuff my feelings down, to survive, and keep me sane. Food is now nourishment for my body; brilliant tastes, spices, and deep caring. I have mostly let go of everything I learned from watching all those cooking shows with Don so many years ago, My knife skills suck. My knowledge of spices and what ingredients work together is next to nil. I no longer care about any of that.
Chopping food has become a quiet time for me to ponder my creative world. I’m processing a lot of information right now. Ideas churn in my brain like a mixer gone berserk. The quiet rote of chopping produce keeps my body busy while my mind has a field day like a bubble machine thinking about what comes next. How do I get to the end I have in mind? The chopping keeps me occupied enough that I forget to panic and be anxious about my ideas, my work.
Last week I walked around an unfamiliar neighborhood in search of sustenance and supplies. This week, after my monthly beauty pampering, I walked with purpose.
I hadn’t intended to walk at all. Me? Walk someplace that isn’t next door? What are you thinking? Yet, there I was striding along. Down the parking lot, across the broad street, down half the length of a large strip mall. Walking to the sushi restaurant, where I stationed myself as far away from the sushi boats as possible, because talk about triggers and temptation. I waited for my order. And then I walked back. Backpack slung over my shoulder, chirashi order and water bottle in hand. Walked the same route back to my car, without giving it much thought. As though walking was something I had done every day. I walked without pain, without hesitation, with the understanding that this is now a mode of transportation I can use; easily and comfortably.
I give gratitude for the guardian angels, the co-guardian angels, co-workers and friends who helped me this week. There is so much to be grateful for in this life I’m creating, so much to be happy about. The changes are becoming apparent, aside from the weight loss and my jammy pants falling off as I work in the kitchen. I am mindful of my food, and of my life. Calmer, more patient, more … me. The emotional undertones of anxiety still exist, but they are merely undertones now, instead of the prevailing emotional mind-set. This life is the one I create for myself, and I am grateful for that.