My car is doing this fun thing where it doesn’t always start the first time the key is turned. The dashboard lights come on, the radio crackles to life, but the engine? That doesn’t start. It does eventually. This morning, it took two turns of the key. Yesterday, it started right up every time. Last Thursday, I turned the key so many times I was pretty sure it I was going to have to call AAA for a tow before it finally rumbled to life.
It did this back in the fall. I replaced the battery. My dad replaced the starter (three times), some sort of harness thing in my switch, something he called relays, and eventually, found the problem to be not bad starters, but a wire that was sliced nearly in two. He fixed it and things went according to plan until a couple weeks ago. We are back to trying to figure out why the car doesn’t want to start.
I suppose you could argue that I should consider buying a new one. It is a 2001 after all. But, it still has low mileage and runs well – once it starts. I like not having a car payment and using the money that would go towards a newer car to slowly but surely pay down my student loans.
This morning, I woke up later than I wanted to. I got to work at 8:00 instead of 7:30. Today starts summer flex hours and if I get to work at 7:30, I can leave at 3:30. I have people coming over tonight, so I planned to flex so I could get home and tidy up, make some pig-in-the-blankets for our potluck. Because I overslept, I have to stick around until 4:00.
I’m still leaving a full hour before I would during non-flex hours. I will still be home three hours before people come over. The tidying up and cooking will take me less than an hour, combined. And yet, I was pouting this morning because my schedule was off by a whole half hour.
But then, I checked myself.
I saw this posted on Facebook over the weekend:
Yesterday, I learned that a high school friend’s three year old daughter had lost her battle with Leukemia.
She and her family have been heavy on my heart for the last 24 hours. To lose anyone is hard. To lose a child is devastating. We are the same age and while I have had my share of ups and downs, hard times and good times, nothing I have suffered in my 29 years can compare to the grief she and her husband are experiencing.
My “it will start eventually” car and half hour behind schedule problems are so minuscule. So small and irrelevant. If my car taking two or three cranks to start is the worst thing that happens to me today, it is an extremely good day.
Let’s all try to remember that. When we are having a meltdown because we are running behind schedule or the internet is slow or we spilled coffee all over our white pants, think: “if this is the worst thing that happens to me, today is a pretty good day.”
It’s all about perspective.
Please keep my friend and her family in your thoughts and prayers over the next several days. And hug your loved ones a little tighter.