For example, even though I constantly complain about my job, it's made me meet a whole town's worth of people that I wouldn't have otherwise. The guy who came along and found me, stranded on the side of the completely dark, houseless country road, without enough cell service to even call 911 (I told you guys I lived in the boonies) just happened to be a volunteer fireman who just happened to be friends with the tow guy, who just happened to have the trooper who came to do my accident report's cell phone number in his phone. Said trooper is one of the diner regulars who I know really well. He calmed me down and let me warm up my feet and was nice enough to not write me a ticket for not having my license on me.
I'm lucky I didn't hit one of the nine million trees. I'm lucky my parents understood my frantic, breaking-up phone call enough to come find me. I'm lucky that they aren't mad at me-- I'm more upset than they are. I'm lucky that I live in a town so small that the hairdresser and the mechanic have called the house already today to make sure that I'm okay and that whoever told them about the accident wasn't lying to them.
I don't know what the point of putting this out there on the interwebs was. I'm not trying to moralize or preach or anything like that, but I will say these things:
1) Drive slow in the winter. Grandma-status. Please and thank you.
2) Appreciate little things. If you want. You don't have to, but I'm giving it my personal recommendation. You know you know.
3) I'll post an outfit photo tomorrow so that you all know that a) I really am okay, seriously and b) I have clothes outside of my 30for30 items. Okay.
Peace out, bean sprouts.