LIFE IS LIKE A CAR WASH

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.