Grateful but Not Grateful, but Really.

Today, despite waking at 5 a.m. and having a very productive agenda on the books, I find myself writing a rushed blog before picking up the kids and picking up something quick for dinner—despite previously having a good dinner AND grocery shopping neatly accounted for in my time budget.

First, my car battery died. Then I got Triple A back in my life, and by 10.30 a.m. (a mere two hour delay), I was ready to roll. And roll I did—into a curb. My tire popped.

While I was standing there at the side of the road, yards from my driveway, the Triple A guy was gassing up his car before his next call, and saw my situation when he pulled back on the road. He took the time to stop and help, and I was so very grateful.


The fancy-fun handlettering I penned while waiting for my new tire.


My tire replacement ended up being free, since the tire was still under warranty, and I went back home mostly satisfied with the delays and issues—after all, it was only 1 pm, and I could work from home.

But then the little things started happening. And one more big thing: my Wacom pen broke. How this even happened, I do not know. What I do know is that I use my Wacom tablet to edit and finish my visual files—and so this was simply a huge dilemma I could not have today, of all days, as I planned to finish, like, FOUR things to submit for work. Also, I realized, I had no paintbrushes (they are at the studio where I planned to be working today), and other various work-impeding things were rudely piling up.

While I patiently waited for my tire fix, I penned “grateful,” in careful, artsy handlettering. And I was grateful, indeed, for all the help and blessings that were tucked inside these delays and mishaps. But at SOME point, I lost it. After about 2 pm with nothing to show for all my efforts, I was plain pissy with the universe for the clever lessons and cute nuggets of wisdom.
Did the universe not understand that finishing these assets and submitting them was important? And crucial to the rest of my short week? So I whined and complained to the universe for a while and then I got this wall art done, and I wish I could tell you had a moment of “turning it around,” with my bad attitude and all. But honestly, I am an hour and a half later than I intended, and feeling pretty rushed even now, and super annoyed that this day ambushed me with such brute force.

I am effing grateful, ok??



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