Isn’t it ironic how when you have all the time in the world everything works out fine, but when you have to be somewhere at a specific time then obstacles occur?
I called in to my osteopath’s office today to book an appointment because the pains in my jaw have been acting up. Usually I get a slot 3-4 weeks down the line, but they’d had a cancellation and could take me in today, which was pleasant news. I set out with almost an hour to spare, fed my car some fuel so that we’d actually make our destination and was in town ten minutes later. In theory I had over half an hour to find a parking spot, but you see when it’s sunny here (which has been a massive rarity this summer) it seems like every single person in a mile’s circuit comes out of hibernation and migrates to all the places I frequent. Not only were the streets filled with people, there were cars everywhere, some had even given up on finding parking spaces and just parked on the curb all over the place. Chaos. I could just see the clock on my dashboard ticking away, minute by minute, but I still had time.
I have this route I do when searching for a parking space, it seldom disappoints me, but today it was filled to the brim with cars and no one seemed to slide out either. I circled so many times with absolutely no luck and eventually had to succumb to a parking garage, and even that one was ridiculously full. The only reason I got a space was because someone else backed out just as I came inside. Clearly I did not get the memo on whatever was happening today to cause this influx of cars, and people.
But, picture this: it’s ten minutes until my appointment, I’m a ten-ish minute walk away at this point (if the traffic lights are on my side) and I’m in 14cm heels. It was sunny and I was happy, and that usually means heels for me. So you’ve got me that’s walking quickly and half running to catch green lights (people staring because of the running girl in tall heels, waiting to see if I’ll fall on my face no doubt) and checking the time on my phone every twenty or so seconds. By the time I make it to my osteopath’s office there’s only a minute left. I’m panting and sweating at this point because of the warmth and just happy I made it in time, only he ended up being almost fifteen minutes late because of the client before me. It truly made me laugh. I hate being late, if anything I’m always early, so at least the delay was on his part and not mine, and it allowed me to catch my breath some, haha. I’m fully aware that the world won’t implode if I’m a minute late, but I hate it all the same… me and the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland have that in common.
After being poked and prodded, a few needles in my jaw and having cracked my neck four times, I was done. I’m always a bit dazed after these sessions, as if my body is half in shock over all the things he’s set in motion by loosening those knots and tight muscles. When that reaction subsides, though, I feel incredibly refreshed and so I got myself an iced sweet chili coffee before heading back to the car. Originally I was planning to sit down with a book I just got and drink my coffee there, but the place was packed to the brim so instead I decided to head for home. I recently ordered from Amazon for the first time in forever, that seems to be a running theme in my life these days: doing things for the first time in so and so long. It feels nice.
My next read is The Horse Dancer by Jojo Moyes, which I’m excited about simply because I have no clue what it’s about. But I really enjoyed Me Before You and The Last Letter From You Lover, so I’m excited for this one. Lately I’ve come into the habit of buying books based on whims and feelings, not because I’ve done meticulous research and ended up at a specific title as a result, and so far it’s been great, it’s taken me to books and authors and genres I normally don’t venture into.
The sun is still out so I’m off to begin this book on the terrace with some iced tea in hand before I have to pack for a camping trip I’m doing with friends this weekend. I’m looking forward to the trip, but I’m rubbish at packing, so I’m postponing doing that yet again, haha. I’m bringing red wine and monopoly, it’ll be interesting to see if the friendships survive the weekend when the competitive instinct comes out to play…
– Martie xx