Yesterday I woke up before 11 AM. Go me.
I made myself a healthy breakfast. Go me.
I got a bunch of work done. Go me.
I packed a gym bag. Go me.
I took the elevator down to my car. No need to cheer for me there. But let’s do it anyway. Go me.
I unlocked my car. I opened the door. And…
It was full of stuff.
Folding chairs. A giant exercise ball. A whole bunch of little items. A picture frame. I had completely forgotten it all was in there.
I loaded it all the last time I drove my car. I had to clean out an office space that didn’t work out, and it was the last of my… stuff.
That’s not a big deal. I forget I did things all the time. But this wasn’t right. How long had that stuff been in there? I thought hard before I climbed in.
I loaded all that stuff into my car eight days earlier. Eight days. More than a week before was the last time I drove my vehicle anywhere.
Have you ever just been confused at how something is possible at all? I don’t know why, but my entire drive to the gym felt like I was riding through the Twilight Zone. It made no sense.
In those eight days, I had my son for part of it.
I also met someone for a date.
I also met that same person for another date.
I also hung out with friends.
I also hung out with other friends.
I also had gone for a run.
I hung out with another friend for New Years.
I also had done a lot of other things.
It made no sense. I’m usually in my car daily. Sometimes twice daily, or more. I share the driving for our son. I go on errands. I go all over the place just to get the heck out of my house.
Yet somehow, I hadn’t driven anywhere.
Why am I even telling you all this? I have no idea. It has been WEIRDING me out.
I just kept asking myself all the way to the gym, “have I really not been in this car for an entire week?”
Something about it was disconcerting.
Was I turning agoraphobic or something? That was my first weird and random thought. I don’t know where it came from. I quickly dismissed it after thinking about all the places I had been and the people I had seen.
Was I being lazy? That was my next thought. But that certainly wasn’t the case. I actually had one of the most productive weeks of my life.
Was I just forgetting a drive… somewhere? Surely I must be. I worked through the past eight days in my mind. Then did it again. Definitely not.
I hadn’t been in that car.
No. Definitely not. Something about it feels so off and wrong… Like I should have noticed. Like I should have been in that car. Like I missed something important because I hadn’t been in that car.
What did I miss?
I honestly think the answer is “nothing.” And that’s just weird. Usually writing about whatever doesn’t feel right helps me solve it. Not this time. I don’t know why, but I feel like I was supposed to be in that car. For some reason, at some point, I was supposed to be in it.