At the beginning of the year I declared 2013 the year of Happy. This was the year I was going to purposefully, intentionally, BE HAPPY. To stop looking at the down side of everything, to look at the OTHER SIDE. To remember that life is short, and my life is pretty damn good.
For the most part I had been doing a damn good job of it. I had been saying things to Michael like, you can choose to be crabby, but you can choose to be crabby over there, away from me. I had not been letting other people’s bad mood, or drama, affect me. I have rolled with the punches. I have said, “look at it this way” or “look on the bright side” or “it is really NOT that bad” more times that I can count. I haven’t let school drama, or friend drama, or DRAMA affect me as much as I used to.
I have have been honestly, and sincerely, much happier.
And then, two weeks ago, Doug and Michael and I, were in the stupidest most ridiculous car accident ever. Someone rear ended us when we were sitting at a red light. The young woman apologized profusely, even offered to buy us a drink. We exchanged insurance information and I figured this would be over, easy peasy.
EXCEPT, somewhere along the way, in between hitting us and calling her insurance company, the woman who hit me came up with some cockamamie story about me changing lanes and me being responsible for the accident. Her insurance company denied my claim. My insurance company has told me not to put the claim in through them because they will raise my rates and the $700 repair will cost me WAY more than that.
I have spent the past week FURIOUS over the unfairness of this all. SHE HIT ME. I did nothing wrong. And than the script starts, 2 years ago Doug was in a really bad car accident and we were sued and it wasn’t his fault and we still got screwed. I’m so tired of all of this and we never catch a break and what about when he lost his job and it never ends.
And then, I took a deep breath. 700 $. No, it is not fair. Yes Progressive auto insurance is evil and sucks. And karma will somehow get the woman who hit me. But in the end, when all is said and done I will pay the $700. We will eat and pay the mortgage and life will go on. No one was hurt in the accident. No one is dying, everyone will have clothes and I will even buy more shoes.
It is still not fair, but as I said, I’m not entirely sure fairness even matters any more.
My life is still pretty damn good, and I’m still committed to be happy. To being happier. To looking on the bright side. It can be hard, it can be harder when things don’t go your way. I’m working on it.
(Anyone in DC have a good bodyshop?)