I seem to like running out of things

The other day it was my phone battery and my gas tank. Both at the same time, and those were the very two things I needed as I was driving around dropping off packages for Amazon. Without either one of them, I’d be dead in the water. Adding to the drama was a steady rain. Do I have an umbrella? How far would I need to walk to the nearest station?

This isn’t the first time I was low on gas, though. Twice before I’ve run out; the first time coasting into a gas station, the second stranded on an interstate. But this would have been the first time since I’ve become a mature adult and all πŸ™‚

You know how when you’re tank is low, you say it’s on E? Well, I wasn’t just on E this particular day, I was all the way to Z! I might’ve had a 2 or 3 miles left, maybe. I don’t know why I push it to the limits, because I had passed a number of gas stations while I was out.

“No, I must press on!” I thought to myself.

How tragic it would’ve been if my bullish stubbornness brought me to a halt. Thankfully, the Lord God thought it good to not teach me a lesson on this particular day, or rather, He did teach me a lesson but spared me the any dire and immediate consequences.

There is a certain nervous excitement when things are teetering on the edge, I guess. When will my phone power down from lack of juice? When will my car shut off? When my watch is counting down to 0:00, where will I be when it beeps? Can I stretch this last ounce of almond milk the next few days? When will the pipes thaw out so I have hot water again? All things that are accompanied by drama, mystery, and yes, that certain thrill.

Maybe I’m not that mature adult quite yet. :/

-Out of the Wilderness


4 thoughts on “I seem to like running out of things

  1. Hehe! I am the opposite, I have to have one spare of everything – umbrellas, each toiletry item, gloves, hairdryer etc. The thought of being short makes me get a bit sweaty!

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