11. Prepared

I don’t always try to find the park closest to the door because I have legs and I don’t use them nearly as much as I should so when I go shopping I think my legs kind of cry out ‘yay we’re going on an adventure’ because really, they don’t see a lot otherwise. They see the underside of my car’s steering wheel quite frequently. Or the underside of my doona. Or blanket. They see the underside of a lot of things come to think of it. 

Either way, I think parking far away from the door is a good thing. Most of the time. Unless while you’re in the shops it starts to rain and then you have to venture out into the rain without an umbrella to get to your car and then you get in your car and kinda just sit there for a minute as if your body is in shock because it’s all of a sudden wet when it wasn’t meant to be and the water drips off your face and it’s as if your face goes ‘yo why am I wet’ and your clothes go ‘yo I have no idea’ and your toes go ‘me either but I’m frozen’ and your car windows start to fog up and you sit there in your rain soaked glory (because you still made it to the car thus earning you glory) and sip your chai and fog up the windows a little more before starting the engine and listening to some Ed Sheeran as you drive home with the heater blasting deliciously hot (almost too hot in that really lovely way) air onto your poor frozen toes.

Life can certainly throw some punches that you weren't expecting. If my life has taught me anything, it's that. You've always got to be prepared. Even if you don't have an umbrella, you've got to be willing to walk through the rain. You've got to be prepared that sometimes things will go well and sometimes they won't, but it'll be a whole lot easier to get through whatever it is you're going through if you go into it with an attitude of 'there has to be something good in this'. Even if it is just the fact that your windows got so foggy that you could draw pictures on your windows or something.