Whyroids
By Nicole Johnson
Dear Fresh Brewed Life Friends,
Wouldn’t life be such a drag if we couldn’t laugh at ourselves?
One morning last fall, during the height of my sleep deprivation, I was taking a trip to Dallas. My husband and the baby were coming later in the day at a more reasonable hour, so I scheduled a car service to take me to the airport. I’d packed the night before so that I could jump into my clothes and be ready by 5:30 (yes A.M)! When I walked outside a driver was waiting for me. He traded me a steaming hot cup of coffee for my suitcase, which he put in the trunk. I wouldn’t have been more grateful if he’d handed me a hundred dollar bill. Not only because I love coffee, but because I’d only had a couple of cat naps in the night and I desperately needed the caffeine. I received the brew as a direct gift from God, and profusely thanked HIM and the driver for providing it… Until my “whyroid” kicked in. Not my thyroid, mind you. My whyroid. The part of me that questions everything. The part of me that thinks things like… No one has ever brought me coffee before on a morning pickup. Why is he being so nice to me? How did he even know I drink coffee?
I looked out the window and panicked. I didn’t recognize where we were, and trust me, I know my way to the airport. Perhaps he is taking some other way. Of course he is. But my “whyroid” would have none of it. Suddenly I just knew he’d drugged my coffee (of which I’d now finished more than half) and that he was going to hurt me, or kill me.
Waiting to feel woozy, I grabbed hold of my thought-life like a dog on a choke collar, and pulled with all my might. I almost laughed out loud as I thought to myself, So this is what has become of you Nicole? If someone does an incredibly nice and generous deed, you think they are trying to kill you! Puleeze. Just a few minutes later, the driver turned on to a road I recognized and I chuckled to myself the rest of the way to airport and happily finished my coffee.
While I would never advocate ignoring any REAL warning signs or dangerous situations, I do advocate being able to laugh at your own neurotic tendencies! I do advocate knowing yourself well enough to keep your “whyroid” from running away with you!
As most of you know from being a part of Women of Faith, we are a community unafraid to laugh at ourselves. Not only are we honest about our short-comings, we usually can’t wait to share them with each other! When a woman can laugh at herself, she gives freedom to other women to do the same. It takes a confident and secure woman to laugh at herself. A woman who doesn’t live in fear of being “discovered” or “found out” or even “thought less” of—a woman who isn’t trying so hard to hold it all together (or still pretending that she can) –these are the women I love being around.
Call a good friend today and tell her something funny that you did and enjoy a good laugh at your own expense. It’s not as costly as you might think.
Love,
Neurotic Nicole
© 2008 Nicole Johnson
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