out the door, the doorbell rings. it’s the mailman. dropped off a package. he saw that somebody was home, so he brought the rest of the mail to the door. looking through it, a piece of mail addressed to me caught my eye. it was from the testing center… it was my score report.
i passed it. sweet joseph and mary, i passed the last of my exams! and my certificate is in the mail! tippity-tap tap tap shuffle shuffle (that’s the sound of me, doing the happy-happy joy-joy dance…)
exam results in the mail the other day. only thing is, i’m about 500 miles from home right now, and won’t be back there for another week. i got a phone call from my mom asking me if i wanted her to open it… i told her i’d get back to her.
my fiance told me i should call her back and just have her open it for me… would i rather wait a week with all the anxiety, or have it opened for me and have him there with me to deal with the results??? he was right; my whole relaxation week would be shot to hell if i waited till next week… i’d rather get the worrying over with, no matter what the result; at least i’d have him there with me.
i called her back. she was washing her face and told me to call back in 5 minutes. aagh! i couldn’t take the anxiety… five long minutes passed. i called back again… “ok, i’m opening it now…” .... .... all i heard was whispering. not good i thought… then she read it out loud… “you passed!!” (insert celebratory cheers here)
i guess things happen for a reason… and in their own time. i guess it IS my time.
it’s the little things that count the most… every good day is a success :) and today…
Today is a HUGE success!