You know, a sticker saved my life today. A sticker on the back of a boxy delivery truck colored a pewter-gray that lumbered down the road in front of me.
I had been lost in my thoughts, turning over the events of the past 24 hours. Being yelled at by the HR person and treated to an unusually hostile dressing-down over information they themselves failed to pass to me. A concerted effort to find chat logs I had made in order to have incriminating evidence. And pressure put on my case manager to call and discipline me for having the balls to say I didn't like someone who is generally loath-ed, in a format that could be recorded.
I was still fuming that I'd been interrupted at dinner. I was wondering if I would get called in to a meeting today with higher-ups. I was wondering if it would blow up in to something bigger, as it had already stretched past the 3-4 hours I had given it yesterday. I was over it. So I thought. Current conditions pointed out otherwise.
I looked up at that moment, chewing on my fingernails and staring a hole through the truck in front of me while semi-lost in thought when my eyes landed on the sticker.
Life is Good.
And it suddenly occured to me that I was just stewing over nothing. Yesterday was done and it was all bullshit. Everybody KNEW it was. Life WAS good. I had a job and a car and a house and cats and a man who loved me. And thus enlightened, I laughed the crap of the day off and hit the highway. That sticker saved my life, keeping me from going down in to a spiraling nasty funk of thought that might leave me depressed and struggling to breathe for days. All averted by one happy sentiment. Ahh, serendipity.