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On The 417

Today we had one of those glorious Florida summer afternoons filled with lots of booming thunder and rain that forms sheets so thick you can't see through them. I drove in it on my way to a movie theater. Learning to drive in this kind of weather made driving in ice and snow a piece of cake. The movie was a blast and my friend was the perfect companion for this girls night out.

On the way back my husband and I were talking on the phone about the upcoming move. He's feeling apprehensive about our growing to-do list. We've divided up our worrying responsibilities well--I take care of fretting that our coughs might be signs of tuberculosis and he takes over for me about how we're going to get "it" all done. My well-rehearsed response is, "We just have to take it one piece at a time." And for the record, I really do believe that line. I wish he would, too.

We hung up with mounting tension, and I reached to take sip of my chai tea. At that moment, the lid came off, sending a waterfall of chai tea right into the side of my center console. My lips spread into a straight line. There was no reason to stop because the side of a Florida highway during rain is more dangerous than walking the streets in Tijuana. I kept driving and thought, "You know, life really is all about the choices we have in front of us in that moment."

My choice in that moment was to curse the tea and the guy behind the counter at Barnie's or just deal with it. There was nothing I could do to change the fact that my car is now chai tea scented or that I will be spending some time in the morning scraping away the stickiness. It's a done deal. The same can be said for our move--the wheels are in motion. That's life. We choose. We accept. We do the best we can with the cards dealt to us.

Right now, nothing...nothing in this world compares with the peace I feel right now in my soul because I looked at the options in front of me and picked the best path I could see. Things will change because they always change, and when they do, I'll adjust my scope. For now, I have some chai tea to mop up.

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Anonymous said…
I know your pain, I have an apartment waiting for me to come empty and no where to put my stuff.

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