Bring it on...

Life keeps throwing stuff at me and though it might make me cry or it stings just a little, I have this. I have this completely. There is nothing life can throw at me that I can’t handle. You think I am kidding. I’m not. My friends have joked for years about how the stuff that happens to me they thought they would read in books. They’ve actually asked me to write a book. For example, I struggled to pull myself out of bed this morning after my shitty couple of days that left me with swollen eyes, a twisted knee, a little hurt and a lot of disappointment, and here I am running late to the airport. I don’t like being late…. EVER! I lift up my suitcase to drag it down the stairs and much to my surprise, it wasn’t zipped shut. Everything spilled out on the floor I reassemble my suitcase and head out. I get to the parking lot. The same parking lot I have parked in for 5 years. I exit on the ramp and pull down to find that it’s closed. So I think to myself, great, and start laughing. So, for a split second I struggled to decide whether I should barrel through that dinky little bar they use to gate me out, or risk the accident of reversing back up the exit ramp. I figured a great way to start this trip was not to start it in jail so as I am reversing back up the ramp and here come 5 more cars. Awesome, so I can barely see because my eyes are so swollen and here I am reversing a mile down the exit ramp about to cause a 5 car pile up. Of course, my eyes weren’t swollen enough to miss the looks I was getting from these people. So I felt obligated to prove my level of intelligence and stopped to warn everyone of their upcoming parking lot denial. Once I explain to everyone what is going on they follow me in reverse. Well…. In an attempt to not get hit I throw my car into drive. Apparently that is not the right thing to do when your car is in reverse. There I am driving a 2009 Lexus and stalled out in the exit. I finally collect myself enough to figure out I needed to turn the car off and then turn it back on. I get the bastard going again and guess what the parking lot is full…. Great! I am already late… I drive for 45 minutes to find a parking spot just to get to my plane where I am behind the loudest woman ever! I get to freezing cold Detroit only to find the warm and cozy flannel pj pants I thought I had packed was actually the top….. so no warm clothes for me… but somehow, despite still trying to figure how to deal with the hurt and disappointment of this weekend, I have this…. Bring it on! Bring it on!