What To Do When You’re Freaking Out But The Show Must Go On

A few years ago, I was driving to a job interview. It was interview #2 and was going to involve approximately 5 hours of testing via case studies and a lunch with the team. Yep, a big day! 


I woke up early, wore my very best professional-and-so-fabulous outfit and left early so that I could arrive cool, calm and collected.


Midway through the journey, I was waiting to turn right. In each direction, there was a lane turning left, a lane going straight ahead and a short area in the centre for those wishing to turn right. The lights turned orange. The car in the opposite lane going straight ahead stopped. There were no cars in the lane turning left. There were no pedestrians. And I turned.


I was slowly turning right when I felt a thump on the left side of my bonnet. I heard the screech of metal and plastic ripping. I saw a body fly across my windscreen.


My world stopped.


I pulled over and got out. Heart thumping. Pale. Breathless. Every worst-case scenario running through my head.


Time stood still as I surveyed the scene. A red moped in several pieces. A driver on the ground. Broken glass and plastic in the centre of the intersection. Traffic waiting. My hazard lights blinking.


Relief flooded through my body and I had to lean on the side of my car to steady myself. The moped driver was ok. A little bit shaken but talking, coherent, able to get up and walk. Definitely in one piece.


But that was only the beginning…

Cars stopped and drivers got out to help. A few gave me some rather evil glares.


The moped driver worked nearby and she called her boss to let her know what had happened.


000 was dialled. Police arrived. An ambulance arrived. More sirens and a fire truck arrived.


The boss arrived and was completely hysterical. “OH MY GOD. ARE YOU OK? I AM SO UPSET. I FEEL SO STRESSED. ARE YOU OK? OH MY GOD. I AM SO STRESSED. THIS IS SO UPSETTING. I AM SO STRESSED.” And then she let out a little shriek for good measure.


A burly motorcyclist stopped and appointed himself Official Defender Of All Two-Wheeled Drivers. He strutted around being aggressive and had a go at me on behalf of all motorcyclists who have ever experienced an iota of danger on the roads.


I was tested for drugs and alcohol. Questioned by the police. Questioned by the fire-truck guys. Checked out by a paramedic.


The moped driver’s husband arrived and, unsure of what to do, paced between the ambulance where his wife was and the police car where I was being interviewed. Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards.


And then, just as quickly as the chaos arrived, it disappeared.


It turns out the moped driver had zoomed around the stopped car to beat the orange light. Much to my ongoing relief, her only injuries were a few bruises to her left foot. Insurance details were exchanged. Everyone was gone. Everyone except for me.


What about the job interview?

Somewhere between the hysterical boss and the agro Defender, I’d called my potential future employer to let them know I was going to be late. (And yes, that was an awkward conversation if I’d ever had one!)


Rescheduling the interview wasn’t really an option given my current work commitments and some upcoming travel. The show had to go on.


We can’t change our experiences…

But we can change the way we experience our experiences.


After I dealt with all the ins and outs of the accident, I sat in the car and tapped for about 15 minutes. I used EFT to allow the stress of the previous 20 minutes to dissipate and be released from my body. I used EFT to centre myself. I used EFT to clear out anything that might prevent me from showing up at the interview as my most intelligent, most creative, most charming, most resourceful self.


It was a crappy morning. No doubt about that! But as an EFT-er, I had a choice. I could allow myself to get stuck in the drama and replay the body flying across my bonnet and the hysterical boss and the wailing sirens and the agro Defender over and over and over again. Or I could clear that out of my mind and body, regroup and let the show go on.


That morning, I chose to clear those feeling and let the show go on.


I felt pretty fragile that night.

Whilst EFT practitioners sometimes report One-Minute Wonders, the reality is that most healing requires a bit more time. The customer service lady from my insurance company was so sweet and kind that I burst into tears on the phone. I cried again when I told my boyfriend what happened. I needed to create space for early nights and a bucket-load of TLC (including more EFT) for the next few days.


I am unbelievably grateful no one was seriously hurt. I am deeply thankful that I have a tool such as EFT to turn to in stressful times. And I really wish more people turned to the power of tapping when life gets turned upside down – because one moment in time shouldn’t dominate the rest of your waking hours.


(And to close out the story, I was pretty chuffed to be offered the job!)


How to get started with EFT

If you’re new to EFT, you can get started here. I also have a podcast with a bunch of tap-along exercises that cover a whole range of daily life stressors. There are also lots of YouTube videos that you can use as a guide – Brad Yates is one of my favourites!


And if you’re ready for some personalised support, please enquire here: sarah@tappingintoyourgenius.com