I have a car and cars are blessings in general.  Especially when they run well.  I had been thinking lately about giving it a little more TLC since I use it all the time and it’s just getting a little run down.  One day my husband brought home his new car.  It was so clean and cute and frankly just exciting.  I started to imagine that it was mine, and then started thinking about ways I could trade my car for his.  Then I kept thinking goodness... this is his car.  So I didn’t say anything.  Then something happened to my car and I started to borrow his.  I kept  thinking “man this car is so easy to park”  and “Jeez this is exactly what I need.”  Then some things started to happen... The big canvas I had to bring to my client wouldn’t fit in the car.  I found myself wishing it wasn’t a stick shift so early in the mornings, because frankly I don’t want to think about how I’m going to hold my coffee and focus on driving at the same time.  My son had to ride in the front seat so I could transport my equipment to work and I kept worrying about the air bag.  And as the week went on... I just kept missing my car.  It works so well for me.  It’s so comfortable.  And then I was glad I didn’t make a move and try to trade it, because I don’t know if I would get it back.  And now all I want to do is find the time to fix it so I can have it back.