It sounded as if the world was falling down.
We rushed to the front door to see what was happening.
Hail. The largest hail I think ever in the history of time.
And all I could do was sit at the front door and watch my poor car take a licking.
The sun was setting as fast as the hail was falling so I couldn’t see the window shatter. It wasn’t until my sister and I walked out of her house, as soon as the coast was clear, that I saw my shattered back windshield and a large crack in my front windshield.
I laughed to myself in that anxiety-laden-bordering-on-crying kind of way. I attempted to contact a car repair shop but, not surprisingly, they were kind of busy and couldn’t get me in before my sister and I were leaving in the morning to head back to the Twin Cities.
And so we headed back to the Twin Cities the next morning with a jerry-rigged plastic back windshield – crime scene still intact. In other words, glass shards covering the back of my car, because what domestic vacuum cleaner cleans up broken windshield?
It all started to unravel once we hit 60 mph. Our makeshift plastic windshield, attached with duct tape, was set on taking up with the wind, probably to some deserted tropical island. But it wasn’t going to go without a fight. My sister, straddling from the front seat, grabbed hold of the plastic to avoid a glass shard tornado.
Confused looks hidden behind intact windows skirted past our hectic scene.
I took the next exit and filed into a gas station that had one of those communal vacuum cleaners. We cleaned up the glass and threw away the plastic windshield.
Our fear of not having a back windshield was totally unfounded. The rest of the ride home was back-windshieldless, calm, breezy, and full of laughter.
I feel like my life has been a bit like this lately. I want to get somewhere but obstacles keep arising, or what I think are obstacles. And I keep overthinking and trying to jerry rig my way out of it. But the truth is, obstacles aren’t meant to be covered up. It’s time I embrace the obstacles, clear the rubble and get on the road.
My biggest obstacle? Myself. Up until today I went back and forth on whether I am a “photographer”. But today, I’m throwing a coming out party and you’re all invited. I am a photographer. Now that that rubble is all clear, I think I’ll get me a convertible and get to cruising.
This post (watch the video) shattered my world last night. Please watch it if you can at all relate to the last two paragraphs of this post.