The car rental

Yesterday I had to rent a car. Hubby has an appointment to see a house rental and I wanted to go along. He couldnt get an appt on the weekend and our little car that I drive would definitely NOT make it 1.5 hours north. Normally this is something that the husband would do, not even sure how we ever divided up the list of things we do...but that is definitely one on his side of the list. So i called and reserved the car... and then doubted myself and called the local branch to make sure i got the info correct... found a ride to the place ... walked in and slapped down my little debit card and driver's license. Unfortunately...debit cards are treated much like cash and in order to let one of their cars leave the lot in my possession they wanted to run a credit check... which... I ... failed (you know... the whole 6 months unemployed our credit is shot scenario). So there I was 10-15 miles from home... no car... and no idea at all how i was going to get home with my youngest daughter, and too proud to admit to the nice man who assured me he and his wife were going through rough times too... that i didnt have a way home. So Maddy and I walked out of the store and the farther we got the harder I cried... I am just so overwhelmed with everything goin on... and i was so embarrassed and frustrated and angry and scared and my husband was so far away. I just kept thinking of the words be brave and the tears would stop... and then start up again right away. Words like "who are you kidding"... and "you cant do anything right" kept running through my head. Maybe in actuallity for me the be brave project will be all about smothering that voice inside my head that tells me I am not good enough.

But finally i sucked it up... and actually started thinking the situation through. I knew if we walked over to the mall we could get information on how the bus system in our city works. I have never had to use it so i have no clue what bus you take but I know i could figure it out if i just had access to a map. The other choice was to call a neighbor and hope she could come and get us. Problem was that i didnt have her number on my cell... so i called 411 and even though the nice lady told me she had no listing for that person, I persisted... and finally the number was found and i was able to leave a message. She called me right back and then came to get us. (I so need to make them some cookies or something to thank her.) I dont know... was I brave any where in there... I know that the youngest daughter and i are home... and i tried something even if it didnt work out, so thats a win of sorts...

Anyways... this be brave project... its a good thing!