Just in time for the weekend…sigh. I got our car back today – and had to turn in the “fun” one…LOL. I have to admit it: I fell in love the with 2012 Dodge Charger the rental car company provided me with. Still, there is something to be said for the familiar…
I have to say that the dealership did an excellent job repairing our poor beat-up baby. You would never know this car had ever bumped into or been hit by something else. They did have to replace the front passenger side door and repair the rear passenger side door – so they had to take the new paint pretty much all the way back. It really does look nice, so that’s good. And they will cover anything that comes up with any of the repairs for quite a while, so that’s reassuring as well.
I learned several things from this (mis)adventure: I can do what needs to be done, calmly, and I also do very well when I venture out of my comfort zone. Perhaps I should venture out a bit more in the future. Who knows what other fun things I’ve been missing out on due to my cautious nature?
I’ve been sitting here tonight, feeling stressed and a bit sad. I’ve been focusing on the fact that my daughter has apparently had a number of seizures this week and I’ve lost a friend.
Well, you know what? Today is the first day of December. I need to grieve the loss of my friend – then let go. I need to hold on to the fact that my daughter’s condition – well, it could be much worse. If her seizures have returned, then we will talk to her neurologist and possibly go through an adjustment in her medication. At any rate, we’ll do what we need to do.
I need to grieve what I need to grieve, but not dwell in it. I AM sad. I hate losing a dear friend and I hate seizures. I hate that I cannot fix this situation for my daughter – or make it easier for my son, for that matter. It hurts – all of it hurts – more than I can say. The loss of a friend hurts because true, loyal friends are rare – and my daughter’s situation hurts because I love her so much.
But dwelling in the hurt and the grief does no good. And I would rather love and have to bear the hurt, than shut myself off anymore.