My Humbling Reminder that This isn’t It
Published: Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Updated: Wednesday, October 9, 2013 16:10
We all have those interesting days that either put us down and out, those situations that we just want to smack our faces into the wall a million times or those moments where we wonder what all is there. All these things and thoughts seem to always pile up and never end like that line at the grocery store you’re eagerly waiting to plow over, but refrain.
I was having a conversation with a coworker, talking about life and, “Is this it?” and I was reminded of that conversation after one crazy Monday.
A humbling few moments took over what has been the craziest Monday for me yet in this semester. All the tiny little things like forgetting my Bison card at home the day of a test, having to drive across town to retrieve it, not having a scantron sheet for the test and by the end of my afternoon test, I’m already burnt from running around for about an hour, and being up since 6 a.m.
All the while my man took the wheel of my car to drop me off so I could make it to my test on time and deals with my frantic mood on a daily basis. Seems like a pretty petty afternoon, right?
On top of a very long, crazy afternoon, my guitar lesson got rescheduled, which seemed to be quite the bonus. As my boyfriend and I walked out to my car and sat down, I tried to start it. It wouldn’t start. I slammed my head against my steering wheel noticing my light switch was on.
Using a few choice words to make me temporarily feel better, I couldn’t help but be angry for a minute in my neglect to tell my boyfriend the lights don’t automatically switch off. After calling Triple A, my car gets jumped and we go along our afternoon of homework and practicing guitar and called it a day.
I realized how stupid it was to be mad at such a silly little thing during what seemed like the longest wait for the tow truck, which was less than 45 minutes. There is always a bright side to most situations. With so much other junk going on in life, I can’t remember the last time I sat on the curb, smelt the air and played with leaves like I was a wondrous kid again.
I could not help feel quite a bit nostalgic and that I had the most freed spirit I’ve felt in a long time.
This isn’t it. Our youth isn’t gone, our sparks haven’t fizzled out even though it feels like it and we have to grow up and be responsible adults and take the good with the bad—is this it?
No matter how much we get caught up in things and stuck in the “Is this it?” mentality, sometimes a little breakdown is what we need to keep sane and to be reminded, you just need a little jump.