I guess we all do it. Maybe some of us do it more than others. :)
Today we had one car start displaying sensors showing something was wrong with the transmission. Before that, our other car started showing problems too. In that case, hubby "Horace" found chewed wires and seeds and cherry plums on top of the air filter. Ah the joys of living in the glorious countryside with all the creatures of nature.
So. I am no car expert, far from it, but it became a question of which to fix first. A lot of talking went on within my brain and my stomach started to hurt from it all. What did I learn from it? I learned that my feelings are still quite intact since my body physically responded to the bad news. To me, that is worth celebrating.
In the meantime we have a little red truck that refuses to die after half a million miles. Too bad it doesn't have air conditioning...or a heater...or a muffler...or a door handle on the passenger side...and the driver's seat is so dilapidated that it looks to other drivers like a four-year-old is behind the wheel. But hey, it still goes. Pretty inspiring.
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