I am grateful for my car.
There hasn’t been a lot of gratitude around here lately and I’ve been really feeling the lack. My life has changed so much over the last year and I’m not entirely comfortable yet with all the changes. Sometimes I second-guess my decisions. That’s bad. Some grateful thoughts ought to cure it, though, don’t you think?
The car is a recent decision that I’m happy about. I ought to regret the purchase. It’s bigger than my old car and I sometimes have a little trouble with the dimensions, particularly while parking. It requires a more expensive grade of gas, not to mention more of it. And, of course, there is the cash we had to cough up to bring it home with us. I’m so cheap that I still don’t know how I talked myself into spending so much money.
Yet I love the car. It is both comfortable and attractive, two things that my old car was not. We got a great deal on it and I still can’t believe how lucky we were to find it at that price. I think I may have to start driving it more often, just to remind myself of how happy it makes me.