My alarm went off at 6:30 this morning. I rubbed my eyes, rolled over and pressed snooze.
*Buzz buzz. Jingle Jingle*
It went off again at 6:45 and 6:50. At 7:15 I finally pressed stop and peeled my body off of the sheets. I shuffled to the bathroom to take a look in the mirror and analyze the glorious bed hair I’d gotten from last night. My goodness. I looked like a fuzzy nest. I lazily wore my hair in ponytails all last week so I decided that I would actually try to look like a human being today so I untangled my straightener and popped in my contacts as it warmed up.
Ready, set, go.
Still half asleep, I grabbed a casual button up, soft pants, socks, boots, and a quirky scarf to pull it all together. Surprisingly, I didn’t take too long to get myself together. Despite my hair being desperate for a wash, my curls behaved and they were curly and bouncy. Sweet. As the digits of my clock turned to 7:59, I proceeded to dump all of my necessities into my backpack and throw on my jacket.
When I made it to my car, I turned the key and took a look at the gas tank.
The needle was dangerously close to being empty so I prayed that I had enough change to scratch together some gas to get to work across town. Of course, because I don’t typically have the best of luck, I check my bank account.
Account Balance: $0.73
Great…Maybe I’m just doing this whole thing wrong, but balancing the bank hasn’t been very kind to me this winter. The exciting feeling of payday seems to last a whopping 30 seconds before my bills reach their hand out and demand their cut of my money. Left and right my money is spent on responsibilities and I’m left with barely enough money to buy a Big Mac (which breaks my heart because of my love affair with McDonald’s).
It was about 8:05 at this point so I didn’t have a choice but to keep on rolling. Every five minutes I’d sneak a glance at my meter and murmur under my breath,
Just a few more miles. We’re almost there. Alllllllllmost there.
I tried so hard not to look. Maybe if I didn’t look, the gas light wouldn’t turn on, right? I sped down the highway and surprisingly made it to work without a hiccup! I pulled into the parking garage, found a spot, and took a deep breath.
I made it!
I snuck another peek at the meter, and there it was. Like a red stain on a white shirt. My gas light was on. I have no money, and an hour commute back home this afternoon. What am I going to do?
At this point, I think it would be totally acceptable to scream, cry, or hide under my desk. But actually, I’m feeling pretty good. I’m sure by now you’re thinking,
Alright. She’s either crazy or delusional…
I know that seems strange, but when I look at this situation, sure, it’s pretty crappy but I remembered something my mom used to tell me.
Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.
Right now, life is giving me a dose of reality and I could choose to wallow in self-pity or choose to be positive and find a solution. So I’m choosing the second option.
I caught the elevator up to the office and made myself a steaming hot cup of coffee, skipped to my desk, saying hello to everyone on the way there. I’m determined to have a great day today…even though I’m not sure how I’m getting home after work.
So here’s the takeaway.
Life is always going to have curve balls and things that you won’t always be prepared for. But you are entirely in control of how you respond to these challenges. Adulting is tough but there’s always a silver lining if we look for one.
Don’t let life get you down. Keep working hard and keep your head held high. My silver lining is that my boyfriend gets paid tonight so I’ll have enough monies to make it through the week. And Friday, I’ll get paid too! So you know that I’ll be McDonald’s buying myself a celebratory large fry.
That’s all for real talk today friends. Until next time!