My car had to go in for inspection this afternoon (inspections are required every year in Pennsylvania) and on my way to work this morning I was thinking about taking the beach chairs out of the back and anything else I wanted to remove before taking it to the garage. I keep my car exceptionally clean and if you were to get in it, you would probably think it’s a year or two old based on the interior, when in fact it is ten years old.
I got to thinking that the same might be said for me and all of us really. On my interior, I feel the same as I’ve felt my entire adult life. I sure don’t feel like I’m 46. The lines and “chips on my hood” do not match my interior where I feel like the same girl I’ve always been. I know for sure that the experiences that I’ve had have changed me over the years but when I stop and think about it, I don’t “feel” different to myself.
My car is 10 and I am 46; we’ve both seen a lot of miles, a lot of sunny days and a lot of rainy days. But you’d never know it by our interiors.
