It is sufficient to say that it has been an overwhelmingly shitty week. Life has been so kind and gentle these last few months and then all of a sudden, out of no where, everything has begun to unravel around me.
I am a hopeful person. It is my tendency to be positive in most situations life delivers. I always maintain this attitude of keeping the faith, always searching for what I can learn or take away from challenges. It became increasingly difficult to remain this way when I left my apartment this morning and discovered my bike had been stolen.
I couldn’t believe it. I really couldn’t. There I was, sitting on the curb, bikeless and boyfriendless (J and I had broken up about 3 days prior to this). I didn’t know what else to do except pull myself together and get to work.
I didn’t have a great day but I want to say that what stood out as being the most monumental event of these last 24 hours wasn’t the fact that my bike had been stolen. No, it was the kindness of everyone around me. It was the kindness of my coworkers who offered me coffee, a stranger comforting me through mutual understanding, a free ride home to make things easier, the empathy from my friends. This realization is what I will take with me to tomorrow. This feeling of being grateful for the things that I do have (health, family, friends, a roof over my head) is what will spill over. This is what I will carry with me. This is what I will carry in my heart. Not anger. Not fear. Not resentment.
I am bikeless and I am boyfriendless and I am doing just fine.
