My phone is set to go off at 9:36 AM—an awkward time, yes, but it’s the way I’ve been setting alarms all year. Too anxious to wait for the blaring noise, I got up at 8:58. It’s my birthday—officially 19 years old. My excited giggles and squeals pierce through the silence of the room. I’ve planned this day ahead perfectly, each moment accounted for, each task organized in the storage binder of my brain. What could go wrong?
I rise out of my comfortable twin bed and feel the tattered but smooth carpet under my feet. I brush my teeth, fill my water bottle with creatine, and select the Peloton workout for the morning—the first pleasures of the day. I complete a 45-minute Hip Hop Ride with Alex Toussaint, hop off the bike, and get in the shower. The shower is perfect: the water temperature just below scalding, sending awakening and chilling droplets down my sweaty face. So far, so good. Afterward, I heat my protein muffin in the microwave and watch it rise in delectable chocolatey glory, anticipating the moment it will reach my taste buds. Today feels good; the energy is undeniably radiant. Today, nothing will go wrong.
But as I step outside and start up my mom’s old car—a white ‘97 Toyota truck—there’s this unshakable feeling that something is bound to put a damper on my plans. I dismiss this discomforting vibe and listen to Megan Thee Stallion’s new album as I travel 35 minutes to my aunt’s house. What could go wrong?
For a Tuesday morning, traffic is heavier than usual, and I find myself stuck behind the slowest Kia Soul. The minutes tick away, and my perfectly planned schedule starts to feel a little constricted. I continue rapping the lyrics I’ve already seemed to memorize, willing the snail-paced vehicle to turn off at the next exit. It doesn’t. My schedule is thrown off by minutes due to this delay, but it’s just a hiccup, I think. What could go wrong?
The solo listening party is cut short as I arrive at my aunt’s new house. I ring the doorbell and stand by, waiting to hear either footsteps approaching, the fun-loving pitbull, Princess barking, or the obnoxious scratching on the door by one or more of the three cats in the house. For a while, there’s nothing, and then I hear my aunt’s voice through the Ring Camera.
Finally, I make my way into the house and greet my aunt and older cousin. My cousin and I head to the beauty supply store. The trip costs more than I was expecting, and I still need money to pay for dinner and the movies, but adequately deciding how to utilize my limited funds is not the end of the world. Money may be tight due to the hair supply outing, but what could go wrong?
An hour passes, my hair and makeup are done, and my cousin and I head to a campus park with allegedly beautiful flowers and outdoor scenery. We get there, and it looks like a desert—dead leaves, bald bushes, and grassless grounds. The photo aesthetic is unpleasant, and this would ruin my social media pictures. Certainly a frustrating turn of events, but there’s still an entire day ahead of me. What could go wrong?
I head back to my hometown all dolled up, feeling extremely pretty. I text my friends that I’m on the way to pick them up. We head to BJ’s Brewhouse and indulge in our individual meals. While there, though, my guests are not pleased with their entrees. Unfortunately, the portions and presentations are not what they were chalked up to be. Their dissatisfaction makes me unhappy, but they insist that everything is fine. Surely, nothing else will go wrong.
We head to a park downtown to take more photos. These photographs turn out much better. The trio of friends returns to the car, only to find a parking ticket on the windshield. This fine costs me $50—another dent in my bank account. My friends offer to pay for their tickets due to this mishap; monetary crisis avoided. Now, what could go wrong?
Before we hit the theaters, we run to the nearest grocery store to grab some candy to devour as the previews roll. We tug at the car door, but we can’t get in. One problem: the keys are locked in the car, with the slightest crack in the window. We run back into the store and find an antenna-thin stick, a bungee cord, and duct tape. We spend the next 45 minutes playing fishing in the small sliver of space, attempting to grab the keys out of the middle console. After much patience, it’s a success! We miss our showing, but there’s another one in the following hour. This derails our scheduled events the most by far, but at this rate, what else could go wrong?
We arrive at the movies and meet up with others to watch the latest horror movie. An hour and 45 minutes later, the group processes the movie and concludes that it wasn’t good—it wasn’t all that it was hyped up to be, and overall it was a waste of money. We play crane games in the lobby afterward, spend more unnecessary money, and win maybe three prizes. But what else could have gone wrong after the day I have had.
As I drive home in the Toyota, I reflect and realize life is complicated. It’s a disorganized jumble where anything can happen. However, there’s an odd comfort in it. I cannot control anything if everything has the potential to go wrong. Maybe I can let go of the delusion of perfection. Perhaps I can learn to adapt and move forward in life with uncertainties and detours.