LIFE
IS LIKE A CAR WASH
Why
did I wake up this morning thinking life is like a car wash? I'm not
certain, but the idea struck me, which means it's worth exploring. So
I did. I thought about it, as I absentmindedly went through my early
morning fluff and buff routine.
Isn't
it true? It's as if we get hooked onto the thingy and get pulled
through whether we change our mind or not. Once the course is set,
we're going.
We
get scrubbed and beaten – washed and rinsed – sprayed and foamed,
sometimes blinded by the onslaught of surprises and colors. The
stream varies, from harsh to sprinkle tingly. We see clearly, then we
don't. Hot and cold, wet and dry, wax and polish, repeat. All the
while, inching forward, like it or not, one step at a time. Being
pulled into the unknown. That which we like, along with that which we
wish we'd skipped over.
At
the end, we're blown and buffed dry. Leftover spots are carefully
wiped clear. A slap of completion signals renewal and a new
beginning. We worried for nothing while we were at the mercy of the
tugging and torrent of unexpected encounters, leading us blindly
along to more unknowns.
Eventually
we come through the tunnel. All pristine and clean and refreshed.
Ready to begin another journey. To we're not sure where …
No
matter how we felt during the journey, we're glad we did it when we
review the results. We're purified now. Ready to start anew.
After
paying whatever price due, we go forward. Because that's the only way
out.
Then,
we smile. Because we're glad, in the end, that we did what we did.
Life
IS like a car wash. Enjoy the ride.
Just Another Lori Story.
Just Another Lori Story.
