Don't Let Anyone Pop Your Balloon

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This car of mine…

Needed an oil change…went to the same drive through as last year…not worried about driving into the bay…having pulled in like a pro before…the oil guy…kind…supportive...but this year’s guy…wasn’t last year’s guy…him waving the car in…arms moving quickly…nervous driver me pulling in…creeping too fast…the tires not quite straight…and then…it begins…

The huffing gyrations…eye rolling…exasperated snappy barking…like this old gal…is the biggest idiot…worst driver…in the whole wide world…not gonna lie…good driver me…can sometimes be…a little parking challenged…but this…was painful…humiliating…wanted to cry…wanted to storm off and let my co-pilot take the wheel…

And so it is…life…how in the matter of moments…a tone…a look…a certain behavior…can pop your balloon…that air…pfffffttttting out…til you feel reduced…to nothing…these balloon popping moments…can stick with you…whittle away…at your self esteem…but the oil men of the world…don’t know you…don’t define you…and in 6 months or 3,000 miles…don’t need…to see you…

The choice…is yours…

And this husband of mine…agrees…