Monday, September 30, 2013
For the longest time I've been wanting a tattoo that says "Fortunato". In Italian, fortunato means basically, "lucky". I love the word, and I've always considered myself to be a lucky person, but lately feeling a bit down in the dumps I often forget just how lucky I am and so I thought that by tattooing this on my arm and seeing it every day it would be a handy reminder that I am indeed a very lucky woman. But in the past year I've started viewing my life in such a different way and "luck" in general now seems to be a silly concept to me. That maybe I should be considering "Destino" or "fate" as my new tattoo. I now see that every single thing that happens to me, every person that comes in and out of my life, does so for a reason. That every thing that happens teaches me a lesson, shows me a new way of being, opens up a new door, or is a hard reminder of something. I've started really working hard at taking a moment each time something occurs in my life to look at that occurrence and see what I can learn from it, rather than just seeing it as luck -- bad luck or good luck.
So in the past I might have seen this week as just plain more bad luck. My son was involved in a car accident. He is 17 and a brand new driver. And a damn cocky one at that. I predicted that he would be in an accident within 6 months and now I kick myself really for even letting him drive given that I made that prediction. Because of course, my predication came true. He totaled my Prius last Monday, but "luckily", he was only hurt to a minor extent, more shaken up then anything else. He's a nervous kid to begin with and was a nervous driver and now just getting him back behind the wheel again will be a feat to be reckoned with. But on the up side what we learned from all of this is that all that I thought was so trying the week before was nothing compared to what COULD have happened this week. I could have been dealing with the funeral arrangements of my beloved child. So I learned to keep everything in perspective. Hold everyone that you love dear to your heart and realize that they are the only thing that matters in this life. Other lessons learned this week? That my son needs more driving lessons. That I needed to give him those lessons and be there more for him. That even though my car is totaled and we don't really have the money for a new one, we'll work it out somehow and it'll all be okay --- just like everything will be and it always is. And hey - that Prius had 106,000 miles on it and it was starting to get really old looking! ;) And lastly, because the scale mercifully stayed the same this week, that handfuls of chocolate chips are not going to make me feel better or bring my car back. Going to the gym, meditation, breathing in fresh air, doing yoga and online shopping for a new car will solve this problem. This week I MUST NOT run to sugar to soothe my worries. No sir!
*For some reason I'm having trouble updating my stats. I stayed exactly the same, with no weight gain or loss this week. A huge triumph IMO.