Why I Don’t Care That I Crashed My Car

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The transition has been much smoother than I thought it would be but having a desk job is definitely not my familiar. Driving used to be the norm for me. I was always filled with adrenaline while fighting traffic. Those days are over, and for that, I am grateful.

I only drive about 30 minutes a day now which is pretty awesome. But my desk job takes so much of my brain power, that by the time work is over my brain just doesn’t want to think anymore. It shuts off immediately. It’s kind of strange and scary.

I headed home the other day after a long day at work. I went to wash and detail my car and got into a car crash as I exited the car wash. I followed the person while shaking in my boots. I just kept hoping everyone in the other car was okay.

The other driver finally pulled over, after what felt like 10 minutes of following them. They were calmer than I was. I honestly didn’t care what the physical damage was. I just wanted to make sure everyone was safe and sound.

I’ve crashed before, but never into a person in a moving vehicle. In the past, I would have been hysterically crying about the damage to my car. I would not have cared about anything but the money it would cost to fix my car.

This time everything felt different. I didn’t care about petty personal property, I simply cared about all the humans involved. The dent in my car was meaningless. My car is new, but who really cares? All parties were safe and that is a miracle alone.

The movie “Crash” immediately came to mind after this incident. Was I so mentally tired after such a long day that I became numb before colliding with another driver? Was I involved in a crash so I could be reminded to wake up and simply feel something? 

Who knows.

What I do know is that I definitely woke up in that moment. I looked around and counted each of my blessings. The point is to count all of your blessings in this way on a daily basis, not simply after a horrific incident.

Staring death in the eye shouldn’t be the catalyst, you should be the catalyst. Be that person who wakes up and never forgets what they are grateful for. I admit I have to work on this throughout the day and during mundane tasks like driving home.

I don’t think I was present enough in that telling moment. I was mechanically driving, but my mind was in “off” mode. Let’s never be “off.” Life is too beautiful to forget to be present. Yes, it is easy to let our minds wander, but let’s make it a point to limit this.

Had my physical life ended in that moment, I would have nothing to show for it but a blank mind eager to enjoy a mindless evening.

My life is in transition and it more important than ever to stay present, in my life, my career, and all of my heartfelt relationships. Changes are never easy and this crash proves that. Just when I thought all the threat and danger of driving was gone, it came back to slap me in the face.

I must always remember that I am alive, I am powerful, I am loveable, I am valuable, and I must stay forever present.

Don’t fall asleep in your waking life, that is what dreaming is for.

Stay alive. Stay present. Stay thankful.

Love Deeply and Forever,

Karen

Why Thanksgiving is Pointless

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Most of us have our favorite holiday. Or we have the one that our family does “bigger” than the rest. People get together and show each other more love on these favorite holidays. Food is always the showstopper and family conversations fill up every room.

I like all holidays. From Easter to the 4th of July, I love dressing up and having any reason to celebrate. Not everyone can relate, but I have had a good time celebrating life every chance that I get.

Thanksgiving is different. There are no bunnies or Santa Clauses representing the day. With the exception of pilgrims and Indians, there really are no mascots. There are pumpkins involved as if Halloween was never forgotten. It’s all pretty confusing. It’s even gotten to the point where some people don’t even know the history behind it.

Thanksgiving is pretty pointless if you ask me. Who even likes pumpkin pie and turkey with mashed potatoes?  Why give thanks when life is so hard? Why surround yourself with people who just happen to share DNA with you? Why surround yourself with people who you have learned to call family?  Why celebrate a day whose message has gotten lost throughout the years?

I don’t know, but I sure love pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, and turkey. Above all, I love all my blood relatives and the many people who I’ve decided to call family throughout the years.

I can honestly say Thanksgiving is pointless because of the fact that I give thanks for all I have every single day. But I sure love having an excuse to come together to stuff our faces and talk about all that matters to us.

My family does Thanksgiving in a big way. It is probably the biggest holiday for us. We all get together and bring too much food so we can all go home with five extra plates in our hands. My cousins and I have always had fun sitting at the “kid” table while the adults talk about their own nonsense at the “adult” table.

This year I am thankful for more than ever. My mother is healthy after a difficult year. My sister made it to 21, and my Dad is loving the retired life. I have finally found my dream job, own a beautiful house and car, and recently got a baby Bengal kitten with my love. Not only that but the first book I helped write got published and printed this week!

I didn’t get here without being thankful for my blessings each day. Today is pointless but meaningful. It marks a great moment in time for me and my family. I am still growing up and am so thankful that my support system is alive and well. I have so much love in my life and heart that it hurts and things cannot get any better than this.

We must be thankful each day. We must regularly call our loved ones to just say, “I love you.” We must not judge those people or things that we do not understand. We must understand that with gratitude comes greatness. Life without gratitude can really be underwhelming. I choose to live a life full of meaning, gratitude, and love.

What do you choose to live by?

 

Love Deeply and Forever,

Karen

 

How To Quit Your Job The Right Way

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Most recently, I have coached someone on their first book, I have had a personal story published in an online publication, and I have started this blog you are reading right now.

I realized that dreams don’t just “happen” to you, you must make them happen. You must will them, work toward them and believe with every ounce in your heart that you are capable and worthy of accomplishing all of them.

I am not going to lie, I once thought a degree could make all your dreams happen. I worked hard to get my undergrad and graduate degrees in communications. I took one look at the paper they hand you when you are done and realized it wasn’t as magical as I might have thought it would be.

Anyway, one day I realized I was letting my dreams dim.

I became complacent at a 9 to 5 job. It wasn’t so much because I stopped believing in myself, it was more about paying that new mortgage every month. And although some days were better than others, my detective dad’s voice always echoes in my head, “stay on your mission.” And so I did just that.

A few years went by and my dreams started tugging at my heart. My fingers wanted to write as much as my heart did. I started taking action in my writing career.

Careers don’t just show up, you must make them happen with a lot of hard work and grit.

After some years of searching, hoping, and working at it, I was offered my dream job. It all happened like a movie. I applied at 2 o’clock in the morning and was given a job offer some hours later. It almost seemed like I didn’t deserve it, but wait! I so did. I worked so hard to get to this point in my life. I mean, I had worked my entire life to get here.

So, how would I break it to my current employer? How would I tell them I was going to move on? I decided to do it with a lot of gratitude, love and respect.

I ambushed my two mentors and told them I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I looked them both in the eye and said how thankful I was to have had such a secure job for so many years. I also let them know they were a huge part of my growth since I worked for them from 22 to 28 years old.

I have never seen such shocked looks on people’s faces. We all got a bit teary-eyed. It was like I was telling them I was moving to another continent.

Their jaws dropped, their smiles fell but their eyes looked like they were filling up with love.

They both told me how proud they were of me and how they knew this day would come for me-the day when I would get to shine on my own.

I then went around my office and told every department in my own way that I was leaving in a little over a week. Just when I thought no one would notice, I saw the same looks come across their faces as those of my two bosses. I got hugs and beautiful words of encouragement, joy, support and overall love.

I was overwhelmed with feelings of accomplishment and sadness. It was the most bittersweet moment of my life.

I have watched employees come and go, but never with grace. They have slammed the doors behind them and consequently slammed the doors in front of them in the process. I refused to do this. I mean, some employees didn’t even say the words “goodbye,” or “thank you.” I always thought this was a little rude and ungrateful, but to each their own, right?

Everyone chooses their entrance and exit from one chapter to another and I hope my exit can set an example for others who may have to exit sometime in the future.

 

Love Deeply and Forever,

Karen