Today for a luncheon, some colleagues and I went to Stew Leonards for lunch, for those that don't know, Stew Leonards is a "higher class" grocery store with all sort of interactive things for kids and a lot of free samples. Anyway, I was walking through the store and I saw this beautiful woman grocery shopping with her small son.
This woman (on the surface), was everything I always wished I was. She was beautiful by every meaning the word could possibly cover. Her son was an adorable, well behaved little boy (oddly enough, named Randy, one of my favorite boys names).
Me, I've been battling being overweight (VERY overweight) my whole life. I'm at the skinniest I've ever been right now, but I'm still about 40 lbs from where I'd really really like to be. After 14 years in my field, I'm finally starting to achieve what I want. I've gotten a recent promotion so I'm quasi-management, and I'm secure in my position at my firm. I'm still single, but goodness knows I've tried. Just not much luck on that front.
So anyway, back to this woman. As luck (or as I call it, cruel fate) would have it, she was walking out the same time I was and I watched as the perfect woman with her perfectly behaved son wheeled her cart to...you guessed it...the perfect car (to me anyway). She drove my dream car, a brand new black Cadillac Escalade. The car was clearly tricked out with everything.
For some reason, this particular "have" made this "have not" feel awful and I was bummed out for the rest of the day.
On my drive home today I passed a red Escalade and it made me think of the woman again and I started to get depressed all over again. Then out of nowhere, it hit me...I'm a Ford.
Now I'm sure you're all sitting there scratching your head, but please, let me explain. I bought my new Ford Explorer a few weeks ago. The buying process included dragging my best friend to a bunch of different dealerships to sit in every type of SUV I could to make sure I got the right one.
Naturally, one of the dealerships I went to was Cadillac. I had to drive my Escalade and I loved it. I even figured out that if I made my payment for 5 years, I could afford to buy it. Wow, imagine that, my dream car...then, reality set in. Yes, I could afford to buy it, but, I couldn't do anything else for a long time, the insurance alone would kill me and I'd be in big trouble repair time once the warranty was gone. And, since I put about 40,000 a year on my car, this just wasn't practical.
So, being the responsible girl my parents raised, I went and bought myself a beautiful red Ford Explorer, which, I must say, I LOVE!
Back to my original statement...I'm a Ford. As I'm sitting in my car I realized something. The woman in Stew Leonards, she was an Escalade. Me, I'm an Explorer. No better or worse than the Escalade. Just different.
I'm a little rough around the edges, although I try. I'm tough and built for work. That's who I am and there's nothing wrong with it. I may not have all the bells, whistles and fancy chrome, but I'm nice to look at, reliable and have something for everyone.
Took me 32 years to reach that realization, but today, I did and I think I'm a better person for it.
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