My sister ran over my bike. It had fallen over in the garage and she didn’t see it. “I think I ran over the back tire,” she says. I go to look at it. I don’t think the back tire should be curly. Dammit! I’m not happy. But then again, the tires were already flat and the chain was off and jammed. Already, the bike was a useless fixture in the garage. How mad can I be? I’m mad at myself because I hadn’t repaired it before now, and I’m mad that I didn’t buy the hardware to hang it up when we first moved in here. Now I went to look at my bike again, and it looks even WORSE! The seat is all wonky and has smudge marks like maybe that got run over too! Part of me wants to get really mad at my sister, and part of me wants to get really mad at me. This is the perfect opportunity to have a ragefest! Maybe the Abilify is smoothing me out, because I just can’t work myself into a rage. All I can do is think “I have to take this fucker into the shop and evaluate my options.” Is it fixable? If so, how much? Can I afford it?
Although I’m not grateful for two flat tires, a curly wheel, a jammed chain and a wonky seat, I guess I am grateful for an even mood that just says “Deal with it.” This is new! This is different! Maybe I’m ready to make my own Abilify commercial! I don’t know. This is my Saturday wisdom. Take the good where you can find it. This is my good. I’m not having a cow. I’m dealing. It’s ok. And now I’m gonna go eat pizza. Peach out!