“Things” don’t usually affect me too much (I’m more of a
quality-time and words-of-affirmation kind of gal!), so imagine my surprise
when I found my stomach getting tied up in knots every time I can home and saw
this white car in front of our home.
This piece of metal seemed to keep conjuring up reminders that life is
not fair, that we had been figuratively slapped in the face, and that my heart
had been crushed. I told my husband we
needed to sell it because it kept making me feel bad.
As those words came out of my mouth I suddenly realized the
power I had handed over TO A CAR. What?!
Like most people, I don’t like to be controlled. As soon as I realized I was letting a car
determine how I felt every time I returned home, I knew something had to change
~ I had to change ~ I wanted to change.
And I didn’t want to get rid of the white car until the change took
place.
The change wasn’t instantaneous but it did happen, with some
practice, and within a month we signed the title of the white car over to its
new owner.
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