I’ve decided that my car is my haven and my home.  It’s the only place that I can choose to be completely uninterrupted for a fixed amount of time.  It’s the only place I can listen and enjoy my music without reservation, without apology.
It’s cheaper, though probably not by much, to drive around for an hour and talk out my problems to myself that to pay for a therapist.  I can stick a few unlit scented candles to the dashboard, turn on the heated seat massage, and call it a spa visit.  Probably the best part of it all, is that I am always accomplishing two tasks simultaneously when I am in my car, so I always feel that I am getting things done. 

In my car, on my morning drive to the office is where I generate my “to do” list for the evening.   It’s where I eat, it’s where I relax, it’s where I do my banking and pay my credit card bills. My morning commute is where I generate all of my best ideas and where I make all of my most important business calls.  My evening commute is when I make and return phone calls to my extended family.   My car is where I find out what’s going on in my kids’ lives while I shuttle them to and from school and extracurricular activities.  It’s where I have my most meaningful conversations with my husband, undistracted by noisiness or nosiness of people around us.  It’s where I’ve slept on an occasion or two, after an unsuccessful attempt at meaningful conversation with my husband, and it’s where I can think out loud without repercussion. 

Most importantly, it’s where I have uninterrupted time and peace to pray. 
Surprising that we don’t personalize our vehicles the way we personalize our homes.  After all, my car is what gets me to the job every day to pay for the embellishments to my house.  And while commonly noted that we spend more time at work to pay for the house than we actually spend in the house, we also spend a notable amount of time per week in our car, but many times have I frustratingly tried to get the doors to unlock in a parking lot, only to realize I can’t tell my car from the one two rows over.  Pity really.

My car interior is grey.  I’m not grey.  Perhaps a tie-dye project this weekend is in order…