I have this noise in my car. Not always. There is a certain pattern and then there isn’t.
I took it to my mechanic Jorge, who is amazing and we did a test drive. Of course; nothing!
He tells me to tape the noise. “Okay,” I reply, I can do this. Not easy, when the fines for distracted driving are quite the threat and to add to the challenge, I can’t do anything on my cell phone without my readers (as in glasses, that I don’t wear all the time). Yes, I’m over forty, okay, I’m over fifty, but I’m not the “old lady” that my darling (not so darling at times) grand children call me. Wait till Christmas and then they’ll think twice as to what they call me!! Ha Ha, the old lady (which I’m not) still has the upper hand!
I have to admit that I may have shared too much with Jorge. I told him that the noise was so loud and as I was concerned that my car might break down, I started affirming for the best, in short praying. Low and behold it stopped. Jorge took my sharing in stride. I think.
Jorge did his best, worked on my car and felt he had taken care of the noise. But he hadn’t and by the time I’d returned home it was there again.
A few days later I’m out with my son, Cody, and by the end of our excursion my car sounded the ‘noise’. The next day Cody sent me a Facebook message. The photo of a woman driving her car with the caption;
“I finally fixed that annoying noise in my car,
I just opened the door and pushed him out!”
After I laughed, I paused and wrote him back. “I don’t have a ‘him’ to push out. I just have, me!”
My prayers that hushed the noise, were affirmations about my life being in a good place, that I was safe, healthy and happy. That I was open to prosperity, success.
But there are times I let my mind get the better of me and I worry. Am I safe, will I be okay? Life speaks to us through people, experiences and things that are close to us in order to get our attention as to what requires balancing, healing, releasing.
My car has been very good to me. Faithful, gets me where I need to go and has hung in there, with minimal amount of care and expense, considering its age. Yikes, more about age.
My car, was speaking to me. Telling me that I had to get my act together and remember that any worry was contradictory to what I wanted to attract into my life.
I’m back on track. Consistent. As a result I’m moving forward.
Yes, I still have a noise in my car. Haven’t heard it in awhile, but just the same, I’m going to let Jorge do what he does best. When we allow a situation to persist and it begins speaking to us through our physical world, merely shifting ones pattern can work, but sometimes we have to appreciate that we have allowed its manifestation to take hold.
Jorge will take care of the noise in my car. As for the noise in my head, that’s up to me to shove out the door.
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