Clean Car, Clean Mind, Clean Heart

Yesterday my husband and I went out in my car, and I desperately wiped the dashboard clean so he didn't have to see all the dust that had built up on the dashboard.  I then decided we would take it to the carwash; and then later cleaned some more. I had an aha moment. First, he mentioned how he liked driving the car yesterday - and I said, it's really nice when it's clean.

And I was right.

But . . . . why don't I consider myself good enough to keep my car clean for? It's a conundrum. I brought out some cleaning stuff and clean some more in between my errands and the gym. And I thought. Hmm. My car is not so bad after all. In fact, it's damn comfy! And nice! And it's got bells and whistles that I never, ever use. Because, I guess, I don't need them. Or deep down, perhaps, they are too much for me? I don't deserve them? well . . . I have to say . . . I felt so great later in the day when I came in from driving my spiffy clean car. And I am sure that I need to now add that to my growing list of things I must do each week to make myself feel better.

This was a tiny step but today, I actually felt self-esteem growing inside of me.

Ahhhhh. And all this on a Sunday.