Perspective

Do you ever have a day where you wonder what exactly you're doing?  One where you have a conversation that shakes you to the core and suddenly your problems are insignificant?

That was my day yesterday.  Julia had decided to spend two hours of the night awake so my mind was extremely foggy when I woke up to the realization my alarm didn't go off because my cell phone was dead.  And when I say dead I mean wouldn't turn on, wouldn't charge but holds the key to everything I need work and life related.

I scrambled to get myself and the girls out the door and off to work for a day I knew started at 8:30.  Of course there was an accident on the highway, which already has an influx of traffic being rerouted to it as a result of construction.  My normal 15 minute commute took me 40 and I walked into the office to see my appointment sitting in the lobby.  She was 5 minutes early.  We're trained to be right?  I'd had zero cups of coffee, couldn't check my email without booting up my computer, had no idea what conference room we were in without access to my calendar but I slapped a smile on my face and hit the ground running.  It was full speed ahead until I got devastating news from a girlfriend.  My life halted.  There may be a day I can write about it but today's not it.

I sobbed while Mike and I split a bottle of wine.  An unworking cell phone, discovering termite damage under our kitchen floors, it all seemed so trivial.

I talk a lot about our life's chaos - chaos that we inflict upon ourselves.  Every weekday we roll out of bed and we just go.  When we get home it's dinner, bath, bed, repeat.  Weekends pass in a blur.  Last night I made Mike promise to help me snap out of it, to stop taking even the littlest moments for granted. 

On my way home last night, my phone booted up and connected to my bluetooth.  It was as if the universe knew I needed just a little light at the end of my tunnel.