I was sitting in a car wash line, wanting to get home to make meat loaf for my dad (Father's Day wish). There were 3 cars ahead of me, and this dang car wash was taking FOREVER to get things done. I then made the executive, impatient decision to 'get the heck outta dodge.' I haphazardly backed up with a quick glance in my rear view mirror--a quick glance that didn't cover my blind spot, of course. And then...
BANG! Right into the car behind me that I didn't see and didn't know was there.
Great Ashley. Soooo idiotic.
The guy was nice, but gave me one of those pity glances. Don't worry dude, I thought, I feel pitiful enough.
But I guess that's my pride taking over, isn't it? Pride in the idea that I'm usually a good driver, with the exception of my idiotic moment. heh. But what really comes into play here is my impatience. And it may seem silly to you that I'm turning a trivial incident into a life lesson; however, if you read this blog you know that's my personality. I can find a lesson in anything, really.
And here's my lesson: What is the damn rush, Ashley?!? XOXO, God.
You're right, God. I'm always wanting to rush. Rushing to get to the store, rushing to get to work, rushing to get to Turkey, rushing to get on with life. And then, rushing causes inefficiency, which leads to accidents...which leads to what happened yesterday.
But patience...well...patience means that I assess the situation completely before making a rash movement. And what a good strategy patience is! It means taking the best route possible.
Anyway. It's not like I'm trying to be hard on myself. I'm not ALWAYS impatient, but it's something to be worked on. And if I would have waited, um, 10 more minutes for the car wash, then I wouldn't have gotten in this mini-accident, and I would have had a clean car.