The Half Hour Car Wash...

So I'm sitting in a car wash waiting area, awaiting the emergence of a new, shiny vehicle which will replace the mud plastered blue thing that made it's grand, trauma-inflicting entrance a few seconds ago.

There's an art to everything. Even negotiating discounts at car washes. I spent a good five minutes discussing with the human car washer why I really needed to pay a discounted price. I'm ashamed to say, I got it. Ashamed because I'm sure I paid half of what I should've. My car hasn't visited the Amazon rain forest or anything remotely close in severity, but I'm almost sure it has remnants of jungle residue.

Seriously. I could count with my ten fingers how many times I've actually washed it since its purchase three years ago.  And what I mean by "I" is the automatic car wash machine that turns on after I insert my three dollar bills...

And I'm thinking: "if only I could get a car wash for my soul." Like a soul-scrubbing interior one. I wouldn't even try to get a discount. Really. Pinky promise...

I'd just pay full price like a good citizen of the United States of America. Honest.

Anyway, I pray that God cleans me everyday. Rids me of embarrassing moments, where I don't see my errors and  point out someone else's.

That's He reminds me  that I have to take the good and take the bad and  just stay silent. Not negotiate for a better life.

Not always want to change my life into a perfect Version of what it should be like. But get messy and cry and breathe and enjoy every moment of bad or ugly. And simply grow and learn to love truly and wholly. And decide to forgive fully and without expecting anything in return.

Yes, let's please...

Me Again...

It's me again.

Yes me. The weird 25 year old woman who is sitting in front of a water fountain keeping herself company.

Yes, I'm sitting in the blazing hot sun, hoping to get a tan. I'm aiming my legs in the direction of the sun's rays, believing I will return to the office a new woman. Well Atleast a woman with a new skin tone.

Yes, that's me.

I'm reflecting and soaking in. I'm basking in my own thoughts of past and present memories.

I'm remembering the time that a nice, young man at work called me within four minutes of leaving my office. He asked me out for drinks or dinner, as he fumbled with words.

My legs are now burning... Good cause. Good cause.

The self assured individual that he was... Was nervous as he attempted to get a positive response from the girl he had just met. And to be quite honest, I think I was even thinking of him as I received the call, smiling.

Yes, that's me thinking. Thinking so much I just went back to my tanning station to retrieve my forgotten umbrella. But hey, I remembered.

So back to my story...

I'm not sure how I turned the guy down. I can't remember. But what I do remember is that I knew I'd never forget that particular, daring go-getter of a man. He knew what he wanted and knew he couldn't miss his chance. So he took a plunge. Very admirable.

So regardless of whether or not I got my tan from sitting here sweating. I know that every moment of thought and reflection is worth while. Because some moments are worth remembering.

Remember the right ones. Don't let go of those moments. Be daring enough to dream. Because one day, that dream will become a reality. And that realty will be the ultimate reward you have been saving yourself for.