So here's the story. I got to the place for the Bridal Show on Saturday to get my booth set up, and it wasn't all what I expected. It was at a beachfront hotel, but instead of a resort, it looked more like a run-down motel where only the reception area has been remodeled. But the Show wasn't in the main building; they directed me to a large metal shed-type building in back. Sure enough, this building that looked like a showroom for used cars was it. Only one other exhibitor had set up their space, and it didn't look like there were that many more--maybe 20 total. I was shown to my space, and it was tiny. Since no one else was there, I could pull my car right up to the back door to unload my stuff, so that's what I did. I like doing these shows, but this was really disappointing. I was stewing over having spent quite a bit of money and committed an entire weekend to this. Someone else arrived and parked so that I could not pull forward, so I decided to back out.
There were obstacles everywhere: dumpsters, trees, piles of old patio furniture and other assorted trash, but I had driven in, so it must be possible to back out. I zigged around a dumpster, narrowly avoiding a bush. I zagged around a pile of pallets. I was pissed and grumpy but pretty cocky that I was nearly through this obstacle course without having to pull forward and try again. Then I gut stuck in a pothole and stalled. My car has very little low end torque, so it stalls frequently when backing up through mud or over uneven ground. I restarted and gave it some more gas, but it stalled again. I restarted again and, irritated, gave it quite a bit more gas. I came out of the hole, then boom. I was thrown back against the seat, and I guess the car must have stalled again because I don't recall turning it off.
I worried about how my husband would react, and that made my mood even worse. By evening, my neck and shoulders hurt from the tension. I came to the conclusion that I'd have to e-mail my husband (who's on a business trip) and fess up, but I didn't want this news to reach him on his birthday, so I waited until Monday.
On Sunday, I came to the conclusion that my bad mood probably contributed to this "accident." I was so busy pissing and moaning to myself that I wasn't paying attention enough. I wasn't practicing "mindfullness." I also suspect that my wallowing in negative energy was an open invitation for the universe to throw something negative my way. Part of me thinks that's a bunch of whooey, but even that part admits that my negative mood certainly can't have helped the situation. So Sunday morning I made the decision to let go of the negative energy and hope for the best.
The bridal show went smoothly, and with all the booths occupied, the place looked a lot better. There weren't nearly as many visitors as I had hoped for, but I did make contact with about a dozen couples that seemed really interested, so hopefully they'll be in touch.
In the meanwhile, does anyone around here have any recommendations for where I should take my car to get fixed?
For the record, the stump was undamaged, and my back and neck feel better now.
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That reminds me of when I lost my camera. The whole day I felt sick... until I had to go perform. Then I HAD to let go of all the negative energy, or I wouldn't be able to function.
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