As I got back into the passenger seat of the car, I realized I had left my keys on the counter in the store. I had cashed in some reward points for a free coffee and the clerk had scanned the card on my keyring.
“I will be right back,” I said to my friend after explaining what I had to do. An employee handed my keys to me as I walked in the door.
“We hoped you were coming back,” he said. I thanked him and put them into my purse for safe keeping. With my head down, I exited the building shuffling things around at the bottom of my purse. I opened the passenger door, threw myself into the seat and reached for the seatbelt.
“I cannot believe I could be so dumb!” I said as I buckled up. “I left them right on the counter.” My nose was suddenly accosted by a strong cigarette smell causing me to look up. Staring back at me was a rather shocked stranger. Unknowingly, because I was so distracted with my purse, I had entered and made myself comfortable in another person’s car!
“Oh my gosh!” I yelled as I saw my best friend look at me from the next car over. It wasn’t just a glance either. It was one of those ‘what in the world are you doing?!’ looks. My fingers frantically tried to find the release button so I could eject myself from the situation. As I slammed the door and was running away, I heard the stranger say, “What the fu***” He didn’t say fudge. Pretty sure he didn’t.
I whirled into the correct vehicle and slouched down.
“Let’s go!” I said as embarrassment overwhelmed me. My companion shook his head, started the car and began the interrogation.
“What made you do that? What were you thinking? Did you not see that he was not me? Why did you get in that car? I never moved my car, so what made you go to that car?” I had no answer for his questions other than I had not paid attention when I had left the store. All the way down the road I kept saying,
“I feel so stupid! How could I be so stupid?”
The two of us grew quiet. In the silence, I felt the first bubbles of humor begin in my stomach. Laughter then erupted as I thought about the facial expression of the stranger and my reaction. My stomach muscles ached and tears rolled down my face as I replayed the scene through my mind.
“That guy was so confused!” The more I talked about it, the more hysterical I became.
I hadn’t thought about this incident for quite some time, but the other day it burst onto the scene of my memory, and I found myself giggling just as I had on that night. I began to think a little deeper about it. What if the guy had locked me in and drove off? I am certain that my best friend would have called the police and chased him down. But, I would have been at the mercy of someone else in control of my whereabouts. When I made the realization that I was in the wrong car, I quickly remedied the error as fast as I could. The unfamiliar smell of smoke is what woke me up to the fact that I was not with my friend.
It reminds me of how my life is taking a turn lately. I feel like I have been in the wrong car being driven by someone other than myself. I have taken in the scenery, complained about the situation, but I didn’t jump out and start over. The road I have been driving on has been paved by bad past experiences and being told repeatedly that I had to ‘play it safe’ or else.
I gradually have been waking up to the idea that my actions, thoughts, and beliefs have shaped my surroundings. Just like the cigarette smell put me on the alert that I was in the wrong place, I am becoming more aware of what I want out of life and what I need to eliminate from my belief system to get there. I have allowed someone else’s opinions and limitations to take over my thinking so much so it has stopped me from determining things for myself. I have had old programs of fear playing in my mind as well as feelings of unworthiness.
For example, today I was told I could pick out a bouquet of flowers at the local floral shop. I found myself gravitating toward the ‘less expensive’ selection because I didn’t want this person to spend too much on me. He knew what I was doing because he knows me, so he said, “Stop looking at the price and pick out what you want!” I have been programmed to go the cheap route. Do you find yourself looking at a price tag and deciding how much you are worth? Am I worth $9.99 or am I worth $29.99 plus shipping and tax? I am not saying to go out and be greedy or foolish with your finances, but when are we important enough to receive some of the good stuff?
I have to admit, it is time consuming and expends much energy living in a place of unworthiness. If I would just let myself say ‘yes’ to the opportunity before me instead of running it through my internal filter as to why I shouldn’t have it, life would be less complicated. Am I saying I am my own problem? Yes, I am. So are you if you are identifying with this. It’s time to exit the current vehicle, change lanes, do a u-turn and start over again. Leave the former things in the dust behind you. Begin to believe that you are worthy to experience the best of life just because God put you here. Stop striving and start driving.