Tuesday, November 19, 2013
As we walked around the rows of shiny cars I stopped in front of this beauty, an original pink Cadillac, at least I'm fairly sure this is the original pink.
Any way, I wasn't sure why I was drawn to this car, my favorite is a '67 or a '70 Chevelle.
I think what drew me was the fact that she wasn't primped and polished. Here she was with a stock engine that wasn't chromed out, dings in the door and paint that has seen better days.
To me, this car is loved and respected.
I guess I relate it to the question, am I loving and respectful to myself?
Yep, this is how my brain works.
So I've sat here and pondered the question, here is what I've come up with.
I'm learning to appreciate the age that I am, while still learning how to properly care for myself so that I can hopefully last to a ripe old age. I'm seeing the gray hairs and while those are being slightly disguised right now, I'm not afraid to show them. Sure the wrinkles are coming, the creases in the forehead and laugh lines around the eyes are starting to hang around permanently. I like to think it shows character, an enjoyment for life, not getting old.
Do I love myself, probably not like I should, but I'm learning to understand what loving myself means. It's so much easier for me to love others.
Do I respect myself? Enough so that I'm pushing myself to be a better person, to grow and share my discoveries with others.
Back to the car, while a bright shiny car all tricked out is great, I don't think I would want to own one. I would be more worried about getting a nick or scratch, than enjoy driving. This pink Cadillac, yeah, I could sure see myself tooling around town, the wind blowing in my hair and Elvis on the radio, the kids eating ice cream cones in the backseat, and Rob and I holding hands while he drives. Sounds so cool to me.