Making Pink Lemonade

Today was an exercise in rolling with the punches and finding the cone.
– Get in my car to go to my coaching appointment…dead battery. SOLUTION: Meet via Skype
-Get ready to head to yoga, realize my car is still dead. SOLUTION: Bike to yoga
-Lock up bike and realize that this is not my pink combination lock. SOLUTION: Go to yoga and deal with it after
-Call people who I may have switched locks with. No luck. SOLUTION: walk to Hardware store 3 blocks away.
– Unable to convince them that my phone and car keys were good enough collateral for me to borrow bolt cutters. No time to walk home and back before they close. SOLUTION: Employee begrudgingly walks to my bike with me.
-Owner hesitation about helping someone with no ID clip a bike lock. SOLUTION: assurance that the ownership of the pink fur bike will be *obvious* when he sees the bike.
-Bolt cutters do not cut cable lock. Return to store and increasingly bitter employee walks *back* to free my bike. SOLUTION: Once freed, bike to a local friend’s house, borrow $10 and ride back to the store before they close to thank and tip the employee.

All in all, I think I did a steller job of loving reality and embracing the task at hand. This is NOT how I would have handled this 5 years ago… or even 1 year ago. I’m giving myself a gold star and taking a shower. <3

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