I was in the parking lot of my local BCAA, hoping to buy some car insurance. It was November 8th, 2016. My Birthday. Election Day. I was fumbling with last year’s insurance papers when I furrowed my brow for a fateful last time. Pop! The bridge of my glasses snapped in two. Both halves fell into my lap. As I futilely struggled to tape the two halves together in front of the insurance agent, I wondered, “Is this an omen? This can’t be an omen. It would be really stupid if this was an omen.”
I managed to get home and put in some contact lenses. I went to the Costco where I bought my glasses only to find out that the frames were discontinued and had to be special ordered. I tried not to wonder how the day could get any worse. That would call down an even funnier mishap, in accordance with the universal laws of comedy.
Just then, my phone rang. It was a recruiter offering me a remote work contract. I accepted right on the spot. It was the first job I had landed entirely by phone. Later that night, my parents and in-laws treated me to a pizza party and a Star Wars ice cream cake. My wife got me that multimeter I had wanted. It was a great 37th birthday.
Even so, Trump was still elected that day. In the months to follow, he would take that grand double-trailer semi-truck better known as the US government and do a few doughnuts in the parking lot. I transitioned from that remote contract to a full-time job just 20 minutes from my house. I know that day was just a bunch of coincidences, but my brain can’t help but try and arrange them into some kind of life lesson. It’s a kind of defence mechanism against insanity. The lesson here is that while some omens are true, you can’t let them distract you from what’s good in your life. Even if you don’t have the luxury of ignoring the current political climate, you’ll need the help of your friends, your family, or whatever else you have going for you to get you through the day.