A reflection on things not going to plan — because things are not going to plan.
The car is not actually my car. Let me clarify that first. The car in question, a 2006 Honda Odyssey minivan, belongs to my parents. But I drive it and pay for gas and for insurance.
It’s a pretty old car, as you can put together from its date of manufacture. A 14-year-old car! I’m only eight years older than it. It’s older than my youngest sister. Wow, I hadn’t really put that one together until now. Suffice to say it’s been chugging along until now, with intermittent problems along the way.
This is just another of those intermittent problems. The other day, the check battery light came on. A quick Google search informed me that the likely source of the issue was the alternator, which meant that the battery wasn’t charging properly, which meant that the car was running on whatever juice was left in the battery and that alone. So, replacing an alternator should be a pretty simple task, except that the alternator in 2005-2010 Honda Odysseys happens to be buried beneath a whole bunch of crap. My dad and I decided that we’d send the car to the mechanic to get the alternator fixed and get new tires, which will be very welcome.
In the meantime, there’s a lot of walking on my horizon… which is good exercise.
But things are a little stressful right now, because it seems like nothing is going to plan. My work situation feels a little iffy with COVID-19 hanging over all our heads. That’s part of the reason why Dylan and I have paused our apartment search for now. This past week, since I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to keep lifeguarding at the pool where I work, I’ve started doing some copy writing work. (If you want to read about my copy writing adventure, check out this post!) I’m also going to be starting up some transcription work.
All in all, the situation leaves me with comparatively less time to do the things I really want to do. But I’m working through it! I should’ve been bringing you a post about self care today, but it’ll come later in the week instead. I wanted to take this moment as a reminder that it’s okay when things don’t go to plan. It’s okay when things are up in the air — as long as you keep pushing through.
For now, I’m still looking up, hoping the skies will clear in a day or two. I’ll keep you updated on the car situation, and we’ll have that self care chat. And at some point we’ll talk about the lovely work-in-progress I’m about to hop off to work on. I have a lot on my plate, but it doesn’t feel like cause to panic. Even with things not going to plan. 😊 Who could’ve planned for the events of 2020, anyway?
Let me know what unexpected adventures (or misadventures) you’ve been on lately! And try this creepy article from Modern Love in the New York Times for more tales of things not going exactly to plan. Until next time, be well!