A Crash or A Wonderful Journey?

Two emails bracketing a difficult day:

8:33 am
Good Morning Joy,
I made it in.
I had already made the exit # 6, just cruising along listening to NPR, and something catches my eye back on the freeway to my left side. It is a black van rolling sideways, pieces flying and a large rag doll dressed in medium blue flying out the window. Another white van slams into the concrete median. I whipped into Citgo parking lot to catch someone to call 911. I am not used to having a cell phone in my pocket.
So begins the day. For some folks it’s over already.
10:06 pm
I’m here.
Got horizontal right in from work. Became vertical about 9 pm.
I hear this bug that has been going around and chosen me to inhabit has a finale. Stomach upset. I guess it could be true, I’m still waiting. Sally is having fun with it.
Now I am up and chomping at the bit to get something done!
But you know me better than that.I like our horoscopes: http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/

“In the human heart new passions are forever being born,” said French writer Francois de La Rochefoucauld. “The overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another.” I suppose that’s true. We all have longings that come and go as we evolve. But I’d also like to propose an equally valid and contradictory truth: In every human heart there are a few passions that last a lifetime. They’re with us from the moment we’re born, and nothing can dilute their intensity. Our destiny revolves around them. These are the passions I hope you will define with precision and nurture with alacrity during the next eight weeks.

We have 8 weeks to bring them to fruition this time. I like it when they start but am glad when they are over too. Like this last week. May be I did hear that voice and may be I didn’t. Let me know if you see some indication of a more enlightened self. But now I can go around with cotton in my ears if I want. This week I get to know my unknown self and you get to be who you were truly meant to be. Could be interesting.

I still see the van rolling and that lifeless flopping figure dressed in medium blue being thrown out the window and crushed as the van turns. A bad day for someone. Thousands of pounds of steel in an uncontrollable roll is not friendly to fragile humans. What a crazy world. I guess seeing someone being eaten by a tiger would be the natural equivalent. I’ll get over it. It is not the first time.

Has your day been a slow car crash or a wonderful enlightening journey? I hope for the best for you.
And, you know, I love you too.