When the Universe Throws a Car at You

You pay attention!

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You’re not going to believe this one.
I got hit by a car.
Yes, me.
And before you freak out—no ambulance, no police, just a few bruises and a bruised ego.
The poor young woman behind the wheel was horrified, and I swear I ended up comforting her.

And here’s the kicker—I was listening to the podcast I’d just been a guest on, all caught up in my own momentum. Totally in that mode where I’m moving fast, thinking faster, doing a million things at once. I didn’t even see the damn car.

If I’m honest, it was bound to happen. Not the car part, but the collision part. I’ve been in that grindy, got-to-do, got-to-prove mindset for days. My thoughts have been like a hamster wheel, even about family. You know how I get—trying to keep everyone happy, performing instead of being.

Then this morning started with a flare-up over coffee and a few snippy texts, and instead of stopping to breathe, I just kept pushing through the day. By three o’clock, I was waiting for my podcast to drop like it was the second coming, and that’s what I was listening to when the car found me.

I came home and sat with it all. I could’ve blamed the driver or the bad morning, but that’s not the truth. The truth is, I attracted the whole swirl—same as I attract sales and joy and good ideas. Energy is energy. You can’t pick and choose which frequencies work and which don’t.

So now I’m back to basics. Every hour, I sit down, close my eyes, breathe, and get quiet. It’s the only way to come back to myself.

I don’t think this was the universe punishing me. I think it was just life, tapping me on the shoulder (okay, maybe a little harder than a tap), reminding me to slow down.

Anyway, I’ll write again once I see how this all unfolds. Maybe the next note will be titled “When the Universe Sends Flowers Instead.”

Love you,
Monica

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