- Monday was…interesting. I woke up after multiple weird dreams, the kind that feel all too real. Then I got to work applying for jobs. I figured, since I’m spending so much time praying for one these days, why not apply to churches? I applied for an admin position in a Catholic church, as well as a high school English teacher at a Catholic school, to which I got an email back from the principal saying her assistant would email me for an online interview! Maybe this is my calling; maybe God put that idea in my head.
- I also went to do work in one of my online classes and found that I could not get the two step authentication app on this old phone I am currently using. So I called IT and something was apparently wrong with my account in general. He said he’d call back but it took a while and voila! Finally, I got back in. I felt like I was really failing my students.
- Why is everything so complicated? I tried to get my son to put it on his phone but that also didn’t work. Then my middle kid harassed me about not being able to hear so I yelled at him. Mom fail.
- I know and believe that things will work out; that I won’t always be in this chapter. I will be able to unclench my jaw at some point. But in the meantime, it feels so heavy. It really does feel unfair that women get to this age and they have to handle jobs, spouses, kids growing up/leaving home and the inevitability of menopause. It’s all at the same time!
- OK so I wrote that earlier but then Tuesday also got weird. I took the younger two to the dentist and Dakota onto camp. I then came home and figured I’d do my 20 mile ride in the neighborhood. Ash was planning on doing his Wednesday so that would work. It was maybe 9:30ish when I got out there so, after the major morning rush. My neighborhood is fairly well traveled but not a hugely busy area. I got my bike gear on etc and started on my first loop. Those hills! But I managed. Came up on the big roundabout and played it cool; entered as if a car, no one behind me, looked to my right for cars entering, slowed down, waved at the on-coming truck, then continued on, looking all the while and as it would have it, the truck had not seen me at all. In fact, he was REALLY close so my only option – in that split second I had to decide – was to go straight into a median with shrubs. See the photo below. The square is basically where I saw the truck, who didn’t see me, and then you can see the option I took.
- Because if I had turned into the roundabout left, it would be the direction he was already headed. If I had veered more right into the road, I risked getting hit by the vehicle turning right. So I took the median route. I made it across the first median fine and then wiped out in the shrubs. It was so bumpy the bike fell out from under me. I managed to wipe out backwards, landing on my left butt/back area and only scraping my left foot on the pedal as the bike fell away.
- He stopped his truck and came over to help, apologizing and saying he didn’t even see me. TO which I said, “I know you didn’t!” But as is my normal fashion, I told him I was fine, I didn’t need help. He insisted, helping me and my bike to standing. I was pretty shaken so I don’t know if I came off as an asshole or like it was fine. I think a mix of both. I told him to watch out for bikers and runners and he said he’d been a runner so he should have known. Nice guy and it was all ok.
- I was done though, sadly. I was only about 5.5 miles in but I called it. I was about .25 to my street then rode the way back, to check my bike, which appears fine. I called Ash and let him know of course, got showered and put a bandage on my cut. It’s a nasty thing, from the pedal, but nothing major. The thing that really hurts is the bruising on my back.
- Ash took me to lunch out of kindness, so we met for burgers. I had so many plans for the day but I came home and decided to watch some youtube and then take a nap.
- I feel like I earned that! So now I am just puttering around. I am so dang unmotivated! But I know things will change soon enough; a job will present itself, I’ll be in a new stage, and all will be well.
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I am so glad your injuries were not worse than they are!!! Hang in there!!!
Me too! And thanks.
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So glad you weren’t badly injured. You’re in a season of limbo and those are my least favorite. You’re right. It will pass and just keep moving forward, doing what you can and handing the rest over to God. Take care.
Wow, that sounds scary! I’m actually fairly impressed with the truck driver for taking ownership of his mistake. I would have been so shaken up if I were you. For sure you did the right thing to relax as best you could when you got home. I hope your online interview goes well!