When My Car Broke Down…and the Universe Showed Up Anyway

I was headed to teach a class called I Accept This, which, for the record, I did not expect to become a live practice drill.

It was a Saturday. I’m on my way, excited to be running on time, even a little ahead of schedule, music on blast, headed down the highway and suddenly my car wouldn't accelerate.

Old me? She might’ve spiraled. Felt defeated. Wondered why now? Canceled the class. Gone home and cried into chocolate.

But that’s not what happened.

In less than 90 minutes: I got the car towed, got a ride, and arrived to teach the class. Not just on time...but centered. Present. Even a little proud.

Because when life gave me a curveball, I didn’t resist it. I didn’t decide it meant something was wrong or unfair. I just…accepted it. Exactly what I was about to teach.

I wasn’t bypassing. Oh, I had a moment, right there in my living room Monday morning after my mechanic called and said the engine is bad, this car might be done. I let the truth hit and gave myself about 1.5 hours to mourn the loss of the car, the drama I didn't ask for, and the bill I was definitely not looking forward to.

Then I started planning my next steps. Okay, what’s possible? What’s next? Not in panic. In presence.

And that’s when things started shifting.

The conversation I never expected

The very next day, I’m talking to my dad. It used to be his car, and we’re chatting about next steps when he says, very confidently, “I never buy extended warranties. Waste of money.”

Okay, good to know. The car was out of the standard warranty. Guess I’m car shopping soon. But then my mechanic says something that feels like a breadcrumb:

"Why not just call Kia headquarters and ask?"

I’m already expecting a “sorry, nothing we can do.” But instead…

They tell me my car? Yep. It does have an extended warranty.

On the engine.

So I get my car towed to the dealership and they asses the repairs needed.

That $6,500 repair bill? Now it’s less than $900

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My jaw actually dropped. Not just at the savings, but at the whole energy of it. A warranty no one believed existed. A pathway I had emotionally released. A reality that only opened up because I was willing to accept the one I was in.

Sometimes the miracle isn’t the fix, it’s your frequency

Had I clung to the car, raged at the timing, or fought reality…I don’t know if any of this would’ve unfolded the same way.

But I truly believe: the shift happened because I let go.

Because I mourned fast and clean.

Because I believed in possibility, not punishment.

Because I stayed open long enough for magic to walk in.

My dad still doesn’t know how that warranty exists. And me? I'm just smiling, because that’s not the kind of thing logic explains.

Oh, and the loaner car? The license plate has triple 7's. Spiritual jackpot confirmed. Thank you, God.

What I want you to know:

The universe is always listening. But it's not always rushing. Sometimes it waits for you to meet the moment not with control, but with trust.

If you’re in your own breakdown moment right now, literal or otherwise, this is my reminder to you: Accept what is. Mourn what was. And keep your spirit open for what’s next.

Because miracles don’t just live in the light. Sometimes, they arrive on a tow truck. 

Join me for the next round of I Accept This or grab the downloadable workbook. We don’t just talk mindset. We live it, in all its messy, golden, holy-human moments.