Monday, I headed to a training center for my first day of job training. It was a rainy day, so I just thought that maybe I could just park in the multi-story car park of the center, thinking it would be a smart choice. As soon as I drove in, I realized I was in over my head. The parking ramp was incredibly narrow, barely wide enough for my car. Things went from bad to worse when I tried to navigate the exit. I had to make several awkward attempts to adjust my car, and in the process, I left a mark on the side of my vehicle.
Car scratch.
So damn sad. Even though my family wouldn’t blame me for the damage, I couldn’t stop beating myself up over it. Every time I cause harm to something that belongs to us, the guilt feels overwhelming. Should have been more careful and walk down the car to double check. I am stupid🙂.