Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Parking Tickets

For twenty-two years and almost 5 months, I have been raised by two incredible people - Mary Linn and Mark Dulan. I sit on my bed on this Tuesday afternoon, naked, with the windows open and cars and bus's zooming every so often down below. A half done, four foot painting stares at me from the corner of my studio apartment, whispering,
"thesis, thesis, thesis." 
I graduate in May. A turbulent two year relationship looms in the back of my mind.
Anxiety is a bitch.
Despite all of the quiet, yet extremely important things going on in my life at this moment, I clear my brain to thank the universe for my mother and father. If it wasn't for their undying support, I am not sure if I would be sitting her, in my studio apartment, in Milwaukee. You see, my parents have taught me many things and they have taught me in a very specific way. For example:
I had the worst day of my life three days ago. My father called me later in the day and immediately knew something was wrong by the sound of my voice. I began telling him about how Scott and I argued all night, how my manager only scheduled me on for the entire day, how the restaurant was SO BUSY, how I thought it was pay day - but it wasn't, and now I only have .40 to my name, how I got two parking tickets...and my father stops me right there - mid-complaint - and says,
"TWO parking tickets?! Cari common' How could you let that happen?!"
 I flip on him.
"Did you NOT just hear my day?! THAT is HOW it happened! EVERYTHING went to hell on me - weren't you listening?!"
He responds,
"and there was NO ONE you could CALL for HELP?"
At that second I know he is right. I am humbled and disappointed. My father knows I could get through all the rest of the things I was telling him - the relationship issues, work being busy, having no money. But when it comes to something in my control, a responsibility I have, I need to take care of it - even if that means asking for someones help. He knows I try to play super woman way too often. He knows, just like him, I have pride as thick as leather. But he knows how those attributes can get in the way of simple things like moving the vehicle so I don't get a ticket for $50. And it's a simple fix - simple, but not always easy.

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