Jul 16

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A huge shot of adrenaline

I have the luxury of not having to punch a time clock at work. As long as I keep within reasonable limits and get all my work done, no one says much about when I come in or leave. Which means that while I always have good intentions of getting in by 9 a.m., I’m usually walking in the door at 9:30. 🙂

This morning at 8:10 a.m. I was being somewhat leisurely about my morning routine. I’d taken a shower, but hadn’t decided what to wear yet.  I hadn’t eaten breakfast nor had I made lunch.  I hadn’t dried my hair.  Since work is about a 25 minute drive, at that pace I was headed for a 9:30 arrival.

At 8:12 a.m., I opened up my calendar to see if I had any appointments scheduled for the day and –


Um…8:12 a.m.  25 minute drive.  Not dressed.  No food.  Totally not going to happen.

I moved faster than I’ve moved in a long time – I threw on the first clothes I could find, pointed the hair dryer in the general direction of my hair for a few seconds, grabbed some food out of the fridge and was on my way to my car at 8:16 a.m.

My assignment was to take pictures of some kids from New York boarding a bus to go back home.  Their host families would gather in the parking lot at at 8:30 and the bus was scheduled to leave at 8:45.

I started praying in the car.  “Please get me there on time!!”

Then I realized that “on time” would have been 8:30 and that was a total impossibility.  However, 8:40 was a possibility if I went 70 and didn’t hit any highway construction.

What I really wanted was for the bus to be delayed for 10 minutes so I’d have a little wiggle room before they left.

So I started praying, “Please delay the bus!!”

But I didn’t like the possible implications of that prayer – what if it was fulfilled by causing an equipment failure that could inconvenience or even endanger everyone involved?

So I changed my prayer to, “Please just get me there before the bus leaves!!”

Finally I got tired of all the crazy twisty-turny-trying-to-get-it-perfect machinations of my brain and prayed for something I’ve never asked for before:

“Please just send me a miracle!!!!”  🙂

As it turned out, I got there just as the bus was about to pull away.  It wasn’t perfect, but it was workable.  I was able to talk to some of the host families so I could write the article.  Neither the picture nor the article will be submitted for a Pulitzer, but I’m guessing I’ll still have a job when I go in tomorrow.  🙂

And thus endeth the quest for perfection for another day.


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Leah Carey

Leah Carey is the Chief Miracle Officer of The Miracle Journal, where she writes about the large and small miracles that happen in her life every day. She is a life coach, speaker, journalist, freelance writer, and lover of life. In all of those pursuits, she works with people to identify what’s already right in your life so you can build an even more joyful and fulfilling daily experience from that foundation. You can find her on Facebook, , Twitter, and YouTube.

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