The other day I was lamenting to my sister over medical bills, I should have known better. Then next morning as I was driving my girls to their nanny I see my check engine light come on!! Talk about getting my heart rate up...that should have counted as cardio exercise. My girls, oblivious, continued their barrage of "How do you spell..." questions as I began repeating my mantra "Please don't blow up" in my head all the while attempting to cheerfully continue our conversation.
Later that day, when I headed to lunch, I started my car and closed my eyes thinking that maybe, just maybe, the light would just go away. Nope. The orangeish, vaguely engine shaped light, was still shining up at me.
I find it funny how this little symbol can be so menacing yet so vital. I mean, raise your hand if you like the check engine light to come on...oh yes I see that hand, and that one, bless you ~ oh wait wrong lesson. I honestly think that no one does.
I've thought alot about my check engine light. I think back on relationships, purchases made, food eaten, words spoken, and wonder where was my check engine light?!?! Maybe that's part of the spice in life, not knowing what's to come...it definitely makes hindsight 20/20.
I am a worrier...earlier in life a BIG worrier. My husband has really balanced me out in that department. I still worry, just not as much. I've accepted that very few things come with a "check engine" light and as a wise man has said "worry is just experiencing a crisis before it happens." Guess I'm trying to live by that ~ there are already enough crisis going on to frivolously add more.
So I'll seek out a good repair person (thank you Autozone for free diagnostics) once I know what the problem is.
P.S. Only 15 days til my hubby starts his eariler shift! Woohoo!!
