I got in a car accident Monday...........
Yes… I’m alright
However; my car…..
Let’s just say- critical condition
All I can say is that I feel so annoyed with everything. The guy at the body shop keeps asking me if I want to come visit my car while it’s getting repair- FOR WHAT?!?! And when exactly do you think I would find the time to do that? Cause clearly I have nothing to do with my time- RIGHT. AND STOP CALLING ME! Clearly- you are not my favorite person right now because of what you represent which is my broken car :tear:. If you really care about me seeing the improvement process, take a picture-k?
I am up to my ears in academic ridiculousness from diagnostic reports, research presentations, soap notes (therapy notes), over due assignments that are FUCKING STUPID (how do you feel about your client's deficit; how do you think intervention will affect your life? WHY AM I WRITING THIS?!- DON’T YOU GIVE ME ENOUGH TO DO?!). Of course- all of these things are due at my academic institute-45 min ACROSS TOWN… Maybe I should invest in roller skates.
Can you tell I’m stressed?
And I’m sad too.
I just hate having to rely on others around me. I have to wait for the adjustor; I have to wait for the insurance of the person responsible, I have to wait for the other claims adjustor so that I can find out about getting a rental (which I probably won’t get because I don’t want to deal with the hassle of getting reimbursed by such a obscure insurance- Na.tionw.ide’s Vic.tori.a Insurance).
And then I get on to blog- my only sense of escape at this point; and it is currently UNAVAILABLE… nice- just what a girl needs.
All I want is my car back- so that I can get back to my overwhelming life
Positivity and optimism had always been my discipline; a learned art from a skilled teacher. I glided through quick sand (e)motions as if composed by duel H elements engorged by a solitary O. Sadness had no power here; until I was knocked, rocked, and deemed unlocked. It came as a drop, the drizzle condensing into one lone soldier who traveled as a scout to show others how to flow…. I wanted it to stop, but had no control because I.never.cried. So what do I do with this neological experience- Positivity and optimism had no place in this house of blues. So I just cried, until morning came; and light gave way the gift of yet another God gifted day
Thank you Lord for today~ I promise not to waste it like I did yesterday, and I pray you decide to help me find the way to make today my very best day… Amen