Life is all about moving forward. We must move on. Change is good. It allows us to learn new things, take us out of our comfort zone, and challenge ourselves.
Alas, I sold my Expedition last Saturday. He doesn't have a name (because I don't give names to my cars, and its not a she) I really loved that truck. But is it the truck or is it the memories? Perhaps it was just an enabler to wonderful experiences (Good way to rationalize my sadness) But my minds telling me no, but my body, my body is telling me yeesss! (Ok, bad R Kelley reference) But yeah, eventhough my heart was there to keep it, I just know it was going to continue to deteriorate and I would have to continue to put more money into it.
But in the spirit of Reverend Run(If you watch Run's House) the huge lesson I learned this weekend, was how powerful the simple reassuring words of friends and family are. Having someone there to reassure you that you made the right decision (regardless if it was or wasn't), made a huge difference in how I felt. I really appreciated the empathy and sympathy from my friends and family, and having someone there to listen made all the difference. Im learning more and more the value of community, while trying to balance that independent spirit to make my own way through life. But I truly appreciated having the reassurance and attention of my family and friends.
I know I just sold my truck. But I loved my truck. So, now we are moving on. I have already started the investigation into possible replacements. Lots of exciting options. But we'll see where this next journey takes us.



