Grateful for the ride

I started gratitude journaling last year and my car gets a feature almost every week. I’m so grateful for my car & here’s why…

I absolutely love driving. I love that it feels like my moving home & I love how free it makes me feel. Driving on my own, is when I do my big thinking. It’s like my CEO Board meeting time... with myself. Something about knowing there’s a beginning & an end to the journey gives this perfect container of space to think clearly.

I love when I have passengers too. Bloody love singing our big old hearts out together... then having to change the track because A Star is Born is just so sad that I’ve started crying behind the wheel and it’s not safe to drive in this state. Or laughing so hard, rewinding & replaying lyrics like Mick Hucknall’s “money’s too tight to mention... I caaaaaan’t even qualify for my pension. CUT BACK!!”.

I got my car because I was moving to Devon. When I first got there, I was TERRIFIED of driving the lanes. I’m a town mouse through and through. Give me Central London traffic & clear road markings & I’ll be just fine thanks. I would get all sweaty & nervous & start panicking every time I went out on the lanes. I couldn’t see how I was ever going feel confident driving them. I hated it so much I began resigning myself to the idea that I would never be able to drive to the beach. Sure. I was stuck. And then I made a new friend. She became my unofficial country lanes driving instructor. We drove to the beach together most weeks. She made me feel safe and brave, put me at ease, boosted my confidence and bit by bit, I got the hang of it.

I’m just so damn grateful for the adventures, challenges, friendships, thinking, chats, laughs, tears and joy my car has been a vehicle for so far.

What are you consistently grateful for & more to the point, why?

Disclaimer: this is not my car but one day it will be.

Disclaimer: this is not my car but one day it will be.