• Carla

A Good Clip

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

– Ferris Bueller


Life moves quickly, it's true.

Just as true: Adrenaline and cortisol are very convincing liars.


When things feel out of control and I start to get carried away, I reach for the record I play so often on repeat—especially as the turntable turns tornado on me:

Those seven words are my anchor. Their circle of protection separates me from the swirl.

I hold on to them for dear life and to the hope that when the storm finally subsides, laughter will be waiting for me on the other side.



***



I was late. My heart sped up with my car on the highway.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


I left voicemails. I sent emails. I crossed my fingers the school group would be late.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


I called my husband to talk me down as an accident backed up traffic at my exit.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


I parked and tried not to panic.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


Are you okay? Those words are the ones that greeted me.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


I think so?


Yes.


I am okay. I am okay.



***



I arrived at the perfect time. The students were watching a short video and my boss turned the class over to me afterward. Without another thought, I jumped in, asking questions about what they had seen.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


After a few minutes, I realized the room seemed a bit dark—I had forgotten I was wearing sunglasses in my haste. As any pro teacher would do, I didn't miss a beat as I walked nonchalantly across the room to set them on the counter.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


I got the group working on a project and I breathed easier. They finished up. I thanked them for coming and ushered them out. There was a half-hour break in my schedule, so I refilled the craft supplies and went to the bathroom to scrunch out my now-dry hair that was wet when I arrived.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


That's when I found it.


Before I rushed out of the house, I thought I'd removed all the clips I use to lift my roots as they dry, but I had (apparently) missed one in the back. So, not only did I spend a good ten minutes teaching with my sunglasses on indoors, but I also stood up in front of a room of 50+ people, for the better part of an hour, unaware that I had a random silver clip swinging from the back of my head like a crazy person.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


Are you okay? Those words are the ones I spoke to myself in the mirror.


I think so?


Yes.


I am okay. I am okay.



***



Later that day I arrived—on time!—to pick up my kids from school and I noticed a mama standing in front of me had her sweater on inside out. The tag signaled to me from her hip and I contemplated saying something. But I started thinking about the morning I had had, then I imagined the one she might have had...I decided against it. Instead, I sent her wishes from my heart of peace and zero shame in the midst of the mess that is being human sometimes.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


Are you okay? Those words are the ones I spoke to her in my head.


Your answer may be yes, it may be not yet, but you'll get there, and I am cheering you on!


Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.


You are gonna be okay.



***



Oh, and in case you were wondering, laughter was waiting for me on the other side.



Thank you for joining me. I am so glad you’re here!

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