So once again, I was driving in my car today. I had just been to collect my acting headshot which has been beautifully printed by Argentum in Hollywood.
It was an eventful return home!
The driver behind me decided to ride on my ass for much of the way. This of course resulted in a collision between he and I when the person in front of me hit his breaks. Luckily I had left plenty of stopping room between me and the car in front and was able to continue with the force of the car that hit me from behind. It eased the impact on my car a bit and the crash resulted in nothing more than a few little scratches on both of our vehicles.
My neck hurts as the cargo I had in the back seat hit my seat with some serious force but I’ll be ok. Where’s my chiropractor when I need her huh?!
Of course I’m pretty shaken over what a lucky escape I just had. I’ve been in a couple of accidents before (none of which where my fault ) where I was lucky to be alive in the end. So far, I always manage to emerge with nothing but some scratches or a sore neck.
This little accident at 60 miles an hour has certainly made me think about Life vs. Survival all over again.
Would I have any regrets if this were my last day?
Am I on the right track with my life?
Would I have left a positive impact on my world?
I’m happy to say that I feel pretty good about life right now. Things are going where I want them too, not as quickly as I’d like but no matter.
6 years ago I thought I’d be living a very different life a this stage. A life I’m glad to say did not become reality. I would have been working in the same industry but my personal life would never have been as rich and beautiful as it is today had I followed the road I was on.
I was a single woman who thought of nothing but work. I never wanted marriage or kids, never wanted to live in one place, I thought money and success where all that mattered. I was positive I’d be an old spinster with a 100 cats by the time I hit 70.
A very good friend in NYC had more faith in my ability to love and he tried to make me see I had myself pegged all wrong.
He must have opened my eyes a little because two weeks later I met my husband! Nine months later I was carrying our daughter in my belly.
Today has reaffirmed everything I said in my Life vs. Survival post.
Live your life to the fullest.
Live your dreams.
One thing I intend to do is follow my dreams with more confidence and tenacity now.
I’m gonna learn all the things I wish I’d learned when I was on the wrong track.
I’m gonna live my life MORE!