So, my friend A in Lexington taught me this lovely little phrase, "put it in a bubble, and let it go." As in, quit whining/complaining/moping/obsessing over whatever is bothering you. Just let it go. M even makes me do hand motions. Several of you have seen me do this.
I am not so good at it. In fact, I am the type of person to let things fester.
Fester, fester, fester. Rot, rot, rot. (Anyone out there seen French Kiss with Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline?)
What's all this about, you ask. The stupid ticket I got a couple of hours ago. Rolling through a stop sign. Really, I'm sure I probably did pull a stoptional. But, really? I'm tooling around in my hybrid with my adorable child safely buckled into her carseat and my Aunt Mel smiling politely beside me heading to friggin' Kmart on a Wednesday. I'm being pleasant...answering all of Mr. Police Officer's questions about how my hybrid vehicle works...explaining that I actually get better city mileage than highway...blah, blah. I was prepared for him to bring me the ticket. Okay, I get that I disobeyed the laws of the traffic gods. I'm thinking something in the neighborhood of fifty bucks. Maybe sixty. Definitely not $137. I guess I now know how the City of Dickson stays afloat in these times of financial want.
Anyway, I'm growing more and more annoyed at the situation every minute. I just told M about it on the phone, and as I explained that I could probably get it dismissed in court or by going to traffic school, he calmly just said, "or you could just pay it." God bless my husband. While the recalcitrant twenty-something in me wants to do everything in my power to keep that 137 bucks in my bank account, the mature mama in me knows that my husband is probably right. Besides, writing the check is sort of like letting go of the bubble.
We'll see if I can.
I'm out. I'm going to alphabetize and arrange all of our CDs into the case I bought at Kmart.