Our destiny is something that we're not meant to be able to control, I beg to differ. If you make good choices you'll do just fine. While I do believe in fate I still believe in control however sometimes our good choices aren't what we wished for... but sometimes they are. Here's the story of my good choice turned worst thing that ever happened.
So I'm aware that you don't know much about me. I'm the girl who is cautious until you know me, who doesn't take no for an answer and who believes in fate. I'm also the girl who has never once made a New Years Resolution because I'm the girl who loves change while most people cringe toward it so I tend to change my mind (Really though, my parents moved me and my sister around until I was 11. Now I've been living in this house for 10 years and it's kind of cramping my style).
This year though I decided to make a New Years Resolution just to see what the big deal is all about, I was attracted to the glamour of a possible win. Before I go on, let me start by saying that I will NEVER, EVER so long as I live make another NYR if this is the result.
So what was my New Years Resolution to make me hate the whole concept so much? I told myself "New Experiences This Year Ashley! New Experiences. Things you've never tried before. Go out there and do it!" but apparently I didn't word it just correctly. No one ever said anything about that...
Day 1: I invited my friend to stay with my family for a night. Which I NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER do! Oops. I felt like I spent the whole time with him and not with my family. I hate that, especially since the family that I was with I don't get to see ever. Mucked up already.
Day 2: I've always admired the beauty that ice-skaters have while they dance around on the ice so merrily and so signed up for lessons after YEARS of admiration.
Day 3: My friend and I decided to go ice-skating to get in some practise before the first lesson, I didn't feel well but eventually decided to go at the last minute. Shouldn't. Have. Gone! 20 minutes before leaving I ended up slipping, (which I have never done on ice before in my life) I fell backwards on outstretched arms and broke my left wrist. Not just any old break, a complicated inch break, 7.5 weeks in a cast type of break. I've never broken a bone in my life. New experiences huh? So far so good.
The next part didn't suck so much because every January my family gets goes away for a few weeks and I didn't have to work due to the break so I got to go, for the whole time too. I haven't gone since I was 14 so it was really nice to get to spend that time with them.
Months later at the beginning of April I had a bad experience which, believe it or not, I have never had before! My wish coming true like you wouldn't believe!
I FREAKIN' CRASHED MY CAR! Bad situation though I'm lucky to be alive. I never could have expected it to happen, I honestly believed that it never would but apparently it did and now I don't have a car. 80kmph (about 50mph) head on into a cliff, a 540 degree turn, (that's 1.5 360's) and I finally crashed driver's side into a guard rail. Good. I was barely hurt which is hard to believe, just a few bruises and a violent internal seat belt bruise that hurt for a few weeks and I was on my way to a whole new me. Or something like that...
As for my fate, I'm not quite sure yet. But the attraction to the whole NYR thing was way too much for my life to bear, so much so that it nearly cost me mine in a car wreck.
But while I haven't had the best run of luck this year (oh, I also had a giant fall out with one of my best friends so yay to that!) I have still somehow managed to keep my head held high and am still hoping for a better turn out. I'm looking for new jobs, I plan to study again and I joined a dating website after 2.5 years of singledom; but I'll tell you about that one next time.
Until next week, Ashley. xx
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