I'm proud of myself today. I looked a flat tire in the face, admitted I had not a clue, and called a tow truck to have someone change it, got it fixed, and got to work. Albeit two hours late, but it's essentially all good. My insurance will even cover the cost of the tow truck.

Used to be anything car-related would happen and I'd be a mess. I'd panic. There may have been a brief moment of that, but it passed. And I kicked it in the bum.

My boyfriend says I ROCK. He's so wonderful.