I must have had a sixth-sense about how my day was going to go when I woke up yesterday morning. There are not many days that I lie in bed and feel that I should remain under the covers instead of getting up but yesterday was certainly one of those days.
Without getting into specifics, my mood plummeted moments after I entered the door to work and the day ended with gathering all of our guests to find shelter in a basement due to the impending storm and tornado warnings in the area.
I decidedly felt that I had begun the day as the bug. Things went pear-shaped from the moment I walked through the door to the moment we were gathering our guests to take them to safety. But after I left work and headed home to my dog, I realized that I had been the windshield the whole time. We worked through the problems of the day, as we always do, everyone was safe from a storm that could have been much worse and I was home, comforted by the oasis of my quiet living room and my four-legged child.
If I were the bug, yesterday would have had a much more tragic outcome. Instead, I realized that I had always been the windshield. Sure, things slammed into me that seemed overwhelming at first but I merely turned on the wipers, cleared off the crap and kept going.