The car battery died this morning and it makes me smile.

After dropping my son off at school, I pulled over for an hour-long phone meeting. When I tried to start the car, it wouldn't start. I immediately blamed myself, thinking I must have left the lights on or a car door open or something to drain the battery.

I called AAA and they arrived in less than 20 minutes. The guy was so friendly and efficient. Turns out the battery was eight years old and had just simply keeled over and died. Within 10 minutes he had installed a new one and off I went.


Why was it such a celebration?

1. I got to see this process of how quickly I think I've done something wrong. How helpful is that?

2. I got to have a very pleasant interaction with another human being.

3. The battery didn't die later tonight when I'm at a poetry reading across the Golden Gate Bridge, when it would have been late and really inconvenient.

4. I am so fortunate to have the money to buy a new battery.

Thanks, Life.


P.S. I don't have a convertible nor am I young with long hair. But I was smiling and waving like that when I drove away this morn. 🙂