lessons in avoidance

As we all know, I am TERRIBLE at dealing with my car. So I sent it into the shop a week ago (okay FINE. Two weeks ago!) and then just didn’t bother getting it back. I got sick, there were weekends, blahblahblah. Anyway, it’s been giving me anxiety and headaches.

So this morning, I woke up at about 6am and started fretting about how it was going to cost me a zillion dollars and how I’d have to go all the way to Ballard and I worked myself up into a state of complete panic. I did some of my mother’s tried and true deep breathing exercises and drifted back off to sleep, and had the following dream:

I looked at my phone at 8am, and bit the bullet and called the shop. I talked to Charlie, who told me my car was ready anytime and that it wasn’t going to cost an arm and a leg, and to come by when I could. And then I woke up…

I looked at my phone – and it was 8am. I decided it was now or never, so I called the shop. I talked to Charlie, who said my car was ready, it would cost $150, and to come get it when I could!

Ahmazing.