It was a miracle I even heard the phone.
The music was loud just like I love it and it was that part of the zumba class where my body was beginning to tingle. I was totally warmed up and enjoying every moment.
Samba, salsa, hip-hop, it just doesn’t get better than this. All thoughts of work, kids, and regular life were long gone. I was just dancing!
When I lifted my gaze from the instructor’s feet I caught a glimpse of my face and the huge smile plastered across it.
The merengue had just ended. That’s when I heard it; it was my phone ringing.
I very nearly didn’t answer it, but how hard it is to let the ring go.
The call brought me news that there had been a car accident.
It brought me the shock of acknowledging the unexpected.
It brought me the fear of what this could mean.
It brought me a million stories in my mind.
Two hours later, I found myself in the emergency room of the local hospital with my partner who had been mildly injured.
Nothing else had actually happened; slightly damaged car, a sore neck and I had missed the cha-cha-cha!
After all had become clear, I started thinking about the stories. I realized that this is the process that we go through all the time.
Even as you read this, you have lots of stories in your mind that you’re thinking about that may have happened to you in the past, or may be something you’ve heard.
As you anticipate what I am about to tell you, you are going through your very own car accident stories.
What happens is, we hear a fact and then we make up a million versions of what seems like the truth.
Then we choose to believe some of them.
It’s a far cry from reality.
Here’s what I mean.
I got a call from my partner to say that he was involved in a car crash. It’s a simple fact, it has happened, it’s unfortunate and unexpected and it had occurred 4 minutes earlier.
The immediate stories that come to mind include injury, death, devastation, and fatherless children; that’s aside from damage to property, garage repairs and the insurance company’s no-claims bonus!
How often do you find yourself imagining the outcome of a given situation, you become immersed in the details of what could be or may have been, without really noticing the reality of the situation.
As we drove home from the hospital that night, I felt profoundly thankful for the accident itself.
It gave us the precious time to spend together (emergency rooms always take forever!) where we spoke about things that had escaped us for quite some time.
It gave me the clarity to understand the important moments in life.
It allowed me focus on what had really happened versus the versions that I had momentarily imagined.
Reality is so much kinder than a lot of the stories we make up in times of stress.
The stories we make up about ourselves, our loved ones and the things that concern us most.
The stories we make up about our careers, our bosses, our business.
Sometime, even I have to realize, that it’s time to let go of the stories!© Copyright 2011 Lisa Bloom