I did not share the day’s big news
during two substantive conversations
I did not describe losing the power steering on my commute
a few blocks from my office and the trusty Firestone location
There were more important things to hear:
post-surgery progress, lost rodeo bull found, balloons for a baby gone 16 years
Trauma made me talk a lot.
Healing makes me crave the quiet.
Bigger than the car repair
was the fact that I did not fall apart
I’m wearing confetti nail polish
Reveling in little celebrations: healthy nails, tidy desk drawers
My relationships with curve balls, car repairs, and uncertainty
Shift how I view myself
I am safe.
The car is not broken down on the shoulder.
It’s just money.
We’ll use my daughter’s car for tomorrow’s trip.
All is well. Even when it’s not.