As long as I can remember, my mom has always said "What Satan means for evil, God will turn to good." I'm not sure if this is an actual Bible verse or just this faithful woman's motto, but whatever the case may be, it sure has proven true for me. Not only in my overall life, but more specifically in the last week or so. This far off goal of mine to move myself to Chicago and begin studying writing at Second City and letting the currents of life lead me has been little more than a twinkle in my eye since it's inception in the Spring of '09. But finally, after years of half-assed planning and (what felt like) unlimited set backs and excuses, my time had come. I was little more than a month away from my transplantation and feeling nervous.
And then I was rushed to the ER and told I have a "diseased gallbladder." Rude, Fates. Rude. So there I was: health insuranceless, diseased, pumped full of heavenly pain meds and sprawled across the mechanical bed in an ER exam room. Things were looking bleaker than bleak and I was feeling more than a tad bit defeated. In the next few days I was in and out of sleep and medication with lingering thoughts of using what little savings I had to help pay my ER bill and maybe this was the world telling me that all my hopes and dreams had been in vain and I was really destined for a rather unextraordinary life. Nutshell: I was feeling very sorry for myself.
And then I went to a game night. There was nothing spectacular about this game night, aside from it just being another wonderful evening passed in the company of my terrific friends. And at this game night, I had a brief chat with my wonderful Tritanny Bipton. Again, you would find nothing too spectacular about this specific conversation. But of course I did. Because my Trittany Bipton has a remarkable ability to lift me up when even the heaviest weights of this world are pinning me down.
And so, just like that, I was back on the horse and being proactive. I found financial aid for my medical bills and got them pretty much taken care of. And then I got a wonderful room in a wonderful apartment with a wonderful woman all located in a wonderful neighborhood. And then I got a new Starbucks also in the same wonderful neighborhood which I will be able to walk to. And then I got a nice little rental car to get me to Idaho and a cheap plain ticket to get me to Chicago on Southwest so I even get two free bags checked. And all of a sudden, just a couple of days later, I have it all figured out. There were no big obstacles to overcome nor any unforeseen expenses (in fact, I did my taxes and so now have even more money). It was God cutting me a break and providing for my weary heart.
Now, I realize that it is going to be hard. And I know that there will be a thousand and one struggles waiting for me in my time in Chicago. But I'm ready for them, because planning this move miraculously became a relaxing breather, and I am so ready to take on that city and all the wind it may want to throw at me.
Trittany Bipton, I will be your Jimmy Kimmel. Or die trying.
