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Have you ever had one of those days that starts off like a cute rom-com but ends like a tragic Lifetime movie? You wake up thinking you\u2019re that girl<\/em> \u2014 the one who has her life together \u2014 and by the end of the day, you\u2019re crying in your car on the side of the freeway, wondering if God is testing your patience or just trolling you for content.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Yeah, that was my day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Let me start from the top. I\u2019ve been on a little comedy break lately \u2014 not because I fell out of love with making people laugh, but because I decided to focus on something new: my podcast. I\u2019m launching In Bed with Christy Love<\/em> soon, and let\u2019s just say the name alone needs no explanation. Plus, I\u2019ve been working with a podcast coach to make sure I don\u2019t sound like I\u2019m recording in a closet with a fan blowing behind me and I don\u2019t look stupid in interviews. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But honestly, I hit pause on comedy because juggling too many things makes me anxious. You ever feel like your brain is a web browser with 87 tabs open, and you can\u2019t find the one playing music? That\u2019s me, daily. So instead of doing everything halfway, I decided to focus on podcast training fully. Smart move, right? Except\u2026 I didn\u2019t realize how lonely the process would feel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve been having meltdowns for the last year since my husband Stephen went to prison, due to all the pressures, changes, challenges, and learning to be a grown ass woman \u2014 and I don\u2019t mean the cute \u201cugh, I spilled my coffee\u201d kind. I mean full-blown baby tantrums. The type where if someone looked at me wrong, I\u2019d cry harder than a toddler who just dropped their ice cream cone. But the good news? The podcast training is starting to boost my confidence again. I feel like I\u2019m almost ready to get back on that stage \u2014 not the stripper pole (been there, done that) \u2014 but the comedy stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So today, I finally said, \u201cLet\u2019s do this!\u201d I got glammed up, picked out a cute Halloween-themed outfit \u2014 because nothing says \u201cI\u2019m ready to be funny again\u201d like a black-and-orange mini skirt \u2014 and of course, I topped it off with my favorite heels. When I tell you I looked adorable, I mean don\u2019t let the devil test me, I\u2019m fine as hell<\/em> adorable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I jumped in the car, ready to slay my comeback set. LA traffic had other plans. Forty-five minutes later, I finally pulled into the venue \u2014 only to find out\u2026 it was cancelled.<\/em> Yep. They sent an email while I was driving saying the open mic wasn\u2019t happening tonight. I sat there in disbelief, like, \u201cReally, God? You couldn\u2019t send me a sign before I spent $20 on gas and half my will to live?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But it gets better. I sigh, back out of the parking lot, and start heading home. Halfway down the freeway, I hear this rattling sound \u2014 the kind of sound that makes your stomach drop faster than a bad breakup text. Then my car starts shaking, and I just know<\/em>. I pull over, get out, and there it is: a flat tire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At that moment, I didn\u2019t even cuss. I just stared at it like, \u201cOf course. Why not? Let\u2019s just throw in a plague of locusts while we\u2019re at it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n So there I was, sitting on the side of the highway, calling my insurance company for a tow truck. Cars are flying by, lights are blinding me, and I\u2019m sitting in the dark, miserable, and low-key panicking. You know that feeling when you realize you\u2019re a grown woman but still want your dad, your husband, or someone<\/em> to come save you? That was me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Stephen was out, he handled everything. Flat tire? He called the tow truck \u2014 I just sat there looking cute. Broken sink? He knew exactly who to call \u2014 I thought \u201cturning it off and on again\u201d worked for plumbing too. Random noise in the middle of the night? He\u2019d grab a bat, and I\u2019d grab Tofu, our dog-slash-emotional-support-guard-animal. Now? It\u2019s just me, Google, and Jesus trying to figure it all out. And let me tell you \u2014 it\u2019s not fun, it\u2019s humbling.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n So I\u2019m sitting there trying to stay calm when this random car pulls up behind me. Two young guys get out \u2014 maybe early twenties \u2014 and start walking toward me. My heart jumps into my throat. I\u2019m thinking, great, this is how every Dateline episode starts.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I crack my window open just an inch \u2014 because, you know, I\u2019m brave but not stupid brave<\/em> \u2014 and one of them says, \u201cDo you need help?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I smiled politely, \u201cNo thank you, I already called for a tow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n They nodded and drove off. And let me tell you, I have never been so grateful to see taillights. For a second there, I thought my final headline was going to read: \u201cLocal comedian found dead with a flat tire and fabulous outfit.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally, after what felt like forever, my tow truck driver arrived \u2014 my hero of the night. He was like an angel in a reflective vest. He fixed my tire, and I could finally breathe again. I was supposed to do another show tonight, but honestly, after that emotional rollercoaster, I just wanted to go home, take off my heels, and eat something comforting\u2026 ice cream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So here I am instead, sitting at home, writing this blog because sometimes, when life gives you flat tires, you\u2019ve got to turn it into funny material.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And as I was sitting there reflecting, I realized something \u2014 today wasn\u2019t really about bad luck. It was about learning to handle things myself. It was about learning that I don\u2019t need someone else to rescue me every time life hits a pothole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because being independent isn\u2019t just paying your bills or living alone. It\u2019s sitting in a scary moment, heart racing, lights flashing, and saying to yourself, \u201cYou got this.\u201d Even when you feel like you don\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So yeah, today sucked. My show got canceled, I got a flat tire, and I nearly had a panic attack on the highway. But you know what? I survived. I didn\u2019t die, didn\u2019t give up, didn\u2019t call anyone to bail me out. I handled it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that\u2019s the real win.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lesson? Life will always test your patience \u2014 sometimes in traffic, sometimes with a flat tire, sometimes in the form of an email saying your night\u2019s plans are canceled. But every test is a reminder that you\u2019re stronger than you think, braver than you feel, and more capable than you give yourself credit for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So if you ever find yourself stranded on life\u2019s highway \u2014 literally or metaphorically \u2014 just remember this: it\u2019s okay to freak out a little, it\u2019s okay to cry, but don\u2019t forget to laugh about it later. Because that\u2019s what turns the worst days into the best stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that, my friends, is how a cancelled comedy night turned into a lesson in independence \u2014 with a side of sarcasm, stilettos, and survival.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Remember you are my lovers, whether you love me or love to hate me you are still my lover!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Don\u2019t forget Jesus loves you and so do I!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Have you ever had one of those days that starts off like a cute rom-com but ends like a tragic Lifetime movie? 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