The Plea for the Person Who Hit My Car

First, I'm OK.

Ish.

My car was hit from behind earlier this week in what you would call a minor "fender bender" that resulted in a few dings to my rear bumper and license plate. I was stopped at a red light, looked into my rear view mirror, and saw the oversize SUV behind me come closer and closer until it used my car to stop. Fortunately, it was at a slow speed and I had not yet picked up my son. 

Why did the person use my car to stop? Because she was LOOKING DOWN and not at my car or the red light. 

The "ish" in my OK-ness is that although I am gratefully physically injury-free, I feel mad. I feel mad because someone else used my car to stop their car last Spring (I was definitely not OK for that event, though I am now.) I feel mad because even though when one chooses to drive, there is a warped belief by some that they can also utilize other pieces of equipment while managing a very large piece of machinery which is already using that brain and body to operate it. And is potentially lethal.

(Did you ever see the movie "Seven Pounds" with Will Smith? Need I say more? If you are sensitive like me and intense movies are well, intense, don't see it and take my word for it. The takeaway - don't text and drive.) 

I feel mad because our culture has gotten to such a relentless, frantic, and frenetic pace that some people feel like they have to multi-task while driving so they can catch up with their life. Or have gotten bored doing just one thing. Or are beyond stressed with trying to "stay on top of it all." (Impossible, by the way.) 

All of this then makes me feel sad. I feel sad that our world is so out of sync with our divine human nature: to do and be; work and play; serve and rest. To bring Heaven to Earth. (Actually, the potential is already here, we just need to recognize it.)  

And then...I feel hopeful. And spiritually energized to share my experience and make a plea for the person who hit my car, and anyone else who may engage in distracted driving, or living.

DO ONE THING AT A TIME.

In other words, be present.

Live in the moment.

Take a conscious breath.

It is all we truly have. 

Seriously, the moments you are reading this (and thank you for choosing to do so!) are all that you have. NOW is it.

The potential relief from befriending this reality is that there is actually no "where" to get to. You get to just be. This be-ing state is much less exhausting and so much more fulfilling.

This is a practice. I am constantly practicing. When I forget, my son calls me on it and says,"Mommy, you are not listening to me!" or "Mommy, look what I made!" (He is very wise.)

I also listen to my body. When I start to feel internally driven, impatient, cranky, forgetting to breathe, and/or doing life instead of living it, I know that I have gotten caught up in the too-much-ness and I need to slow my roll.

HOW? I shift my internal reality. I choose restorative activities including: turning off all phone notifications except husband or son related; walking in the woods; looking at the ocean; receiving bodywork; moving my body; enjoying an organic strawberry; breathing...

You have so much opportunity to REMEMBER who you truly are. When you slow down and settle into a moment, you can access inner peace, calm, and lightness of being. Your body's natural capacity to restore can help bring you there when you stop doing and start being. This is really good news! You don't have to go out and find it, get it, or order it online.

You are enough.

Right NOW. 

Breathe. That. In.

Enjoy your moment.

And (if this applies to you) please, when driving, just operate one piece of equipment at a time and drive. This way, you can practice being in the now or see the beauty that exists all around all the time or have a conversation with someone else in the car, or your Soul. Either way, you will be better off and so will everyone else. Thank you.