So I am driving home yesterday to have a brainstorming session with my dad…and I hear rattling. It’s not uncommon for my car to rattle…I mean…it was made in 88. About 5 seconds later…the car isn’t rattling…the car is swerving. Problem: I am in the fast lane. Problem #2: It’s the height of traffic. Problem #3: front right tire is gone. Quick assessment of the situation: I am driving 70, a destroyed front right tire, I need to get over ASAP. By some stroke of luck, I got over two lanes, waved my arms outside my window so another lady could let me over…and miraculously ended up on the side, and then into a turnout. I sat there…and expected my heartbeat to be pounding. Instead. Boom boom……….boom boom……boom boom…..I was cool as ice. Literally 2 minutes later a free CHP service truck drives up…we replace my tire…I am on the road in 5 minutes.
What in the world could I possibly learn from this? Or…why in the world was I not freaking out? I don’t really have an answer…as much as a gut feeling. Hours, and hours, and hours of mental preparation for “when the shit hits the fan” kept my mind focused on what needed to be done vs. the current situation. If I panicked, my car would have been completely out of control at a high speed and there is a possibility I would not be writing to you today. There are endless possibilities of bad circumstances that could have happened…but since I took care of what needed to be done… I made it safely to the other side.
When the shit hits the fan…don’t panic. Accept the current circumstance…assess your options…and act. Action will take you places. Thinking won’t.