I crossed one of the busier streets and turned to make double-y sure I had no cars in my way before  passing a parked car. Unfortunately, my attention was in the wrong direction.

I misjudged my distance from the parked car and slammed into its left edge. I flew over the handle bars and landed right next to the car. I’ve never been so embarassed in all my life — I biked into a parked vehicle.

Understand, I have NEVER hit a car in my own car, or been responsible for ANY accident. I always felt very good about that, but now I’ve done it with a bike and a car that wasn’t even moving?!

The impact was pretty hard and I busted their back light while popping my tire. I have some bruises and my neck is a little funny, but all in all, it could have been way worse….though maybe not with a parked car.  I  left my info on their windshield but they haven’t called yet. We’ll see where that goes.

So why post about the most embarrassingly ridiculous event that’s happened to me in probably ever? Well see first I wasn’t going to let a soul in on this horrible tale because it’s such an embarrassment! And then I found myself wondering if other people made mistakes like this, other than a man down the street who heard my crash (he confessed to doing it a few times himself — very nice, and good-looking for that matter, but I digress).

I spent some time googling it to find others so I’d know I wasn’t alone in my ridiculous, embarrassing, frightening, dangerous, almost humorous incident. I found them and it made me feel better, so I decided why not open up, write about it and maybe in turn I will make someone else feel better about something they’ve done. Or maybe another googler will find my post and be encouraged they’re not the first to smash a parked car with their bike.

Thankfully, I’m signed up for a motorcycle license class, so I expect I’ll learn some tactics on knowing my surroundings and such. Until then, watch out world, I’m walking tomorrow and as I’ve done more damage to a car on bike then I ever did in car, I’ve probably got some real serious damage in store!

Before my fim debute, let me introduce the characters, aka, my housemates:

Hannah—the constant encouragement, positive voice. Pride and Prejudice‘s Jane, if you will.

Ashley—the realist and sly camera girl. She uses her wily ways to get it down me…

Myself—an aspiring worm eater champion.

Without further adieu, I give you, The Worm Eater:

I hope you were at least a tad bit entertained. Didn’t realize how much we got on video til after I went to edit  (sneaky Ashley..). Still it made for a good time.

Thank you Hannah and Ashley! You’re great friends who support even ridiculous schemes such as this. I’m glad to have you in my life!!!

EDIT: To give a little back story, as one was requested, I set about creating an audition tape for something I wanted to be in, potentially. It was a shot in the dark kind of thing. This is the prep for that video. I hope that helps some.

All in a week.

So much of the horrible has happened I really wonder if its coincidence or a cosmic curse. See, I was already not in a good place and now, well.

Now, I’m in such a state of shock — I feel like I’m watching my life on the television and have no control on its outcome. I wish there was a button I could push and make everything right again — but that’s not how it works.

I don’t understand why all of this was necessary or if it was at all, but I do know that God is somewhere in this mess. Part of me thinks that last bit is comical, but experience tells me its not.

I’ve learned a long time ago not to get too heady with God. This will make some of your skin crawl, but seriously, if I tried to break this all down and analyze it, I couldn’t make sense of it. There’s an element of trust and obedience that’s needed that just can’t be analyzed.

I cringe a little writing this because I imagine some of you will read this and be glad that at least I’m able to hang onto God in tough circumstances. To be honest, I don’t know if that’s really the case yet. I went into this past week already a mess and now, I feel lost, a little scrambled.

Understand, I don’t have anyone to blame for all of this, its just circumstances gone wrong — its no one’s fault. Life decided to turn bad, and maybe I’m glad I don’t have the energy to process the hows and whys.

On the bright side, I’m not in Haiti, and I haven’t lost loved ones. Life could get a lot worse. I’m trying to keep perspective but its honestly a hard thing to do at the moment.