Lately, I've been in need of a space where I can just be...alone. As it turns out, my Wicked Cool Car! (formerly known as my Brand New Car!) has become my sanctuary.

All of the general psychic "gunk" that I'm trying to process has had me so twisted lately, that if we were to take out my psyche and examine it, it would very closely resemble a Celtic Knot. And, while I love Celtic art, having my inner workings so knotted up is not at all aesthetically pleasing. But in my Wicked Cool Car! I feel...safe. Not just safe in terms of power locks and windows and dual air bags, but safe to work out my thoughts and feelings. When I'm in the Wicked Cool Car!, I can feel the knots smoothing out and I start to feel much more clear and sure of myself.

Today, I went to my new favourite local spot (sorry, I'm not tellin' where it is), parked the Wicked Cool Car! and just chilled for over an hour. Just me, alone with my thoughts, a cup of coffee and the owner's manual for the Wicked Cool Car!...It was a beautiful and warm and safe place to get better acquainted with the Wicked Cool Car!, and re-acquainted with myself and my instincts.

While I learned where coin compartment is (how cool is that? No more stashing parking meter quarters in the ash tray!) and how to calibrate the compass in my rear-view mirror (requires a road trip to a remote location where there's no interference or buildings or such), I got to grips with the critical concern my friend expressed last evening. While her unconditional approval might have been nice, I appreciate her criticism and concern too. And, I understand that it comes from her caring about my well-being and my future...but I also understand that her way and my way aren't the same because we approach life from different angles. It doesn't make one of us right and the other wrong. We're just different. And, while I've gone about this Leap of Faith in a way that causes my friend concern, I can't change what's done. I can only move forward and build off of this Leap of Faith, and that's exactly what I'm going to do!

I'm looking forward to next Sunday's appointment with my counselor and protector. And, hopefully, by then the Wicked Cool Car! will have a proper name.