My Check Engine Light Came On

Mitchell...it's been fun.

I have every intention of trading in my 2008 Saturn Aura on Friday for a brand new, shiny, beautiful, 2014 Ford Mustang. His name will be Gabriel.

I got a new job. Shut up.

Today, in order to determine that I wasn't insane, I went and test drove a Mustang. I was at complete ease in that car. It took no time whatsoever to get used to it and I found myself loving it the moment I turned the car on. Only a V6, it still thrummed to life and purred as we drove along.

And, as this is my life, I once again determined the world is tiny.

As things would have it, my sales guy worked at Enterprise when I was in my accident almost a year ago and had driven me from the auto body shop to Enterprise so I could get my rental. He was the guy that helped me get a car within two hours so I could get back to work. We both recognized one another, but couldn't place how or when or where. It was hilarious as we drove along and he asked if he had helped me once before.

By the end of the twenty minute test drive, I was hooked. It wasn't the color I wanted and I had to remind myself that I was pacing myself. I needed to wait. I have to give Mitch a good scrub down before I hand him over. I'm hoping I get 5k for the trade-in. But, seeing as the check engine light just came on, that's a long shot. I'm still praying though. Maybe the light will turn off on Friday when I go to do the deed.

I'm excited about getting a brand new car. I'm stoked to move on and start fresh. I feel like it'll be a good experience for me.

By the way, the whole "new car smell" is totally a thing.

Currently Reading: Lamb: the Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore

OMGEEEE

10 months, really? Almost a year?

Look at me not go. Commonly referred to as "stopping".

Where to even begin. Work was atrocious and I never got time off. And what little time off I did get, I spent worrying about work. I had nightmares about work. I had anxiety about work. I hated going into work. I hated seeing all of my friends leave while I stayed behind.

And now I have a new job. Same company, new job. A significant pay bump (which I certainly won't complain about), and a schedule that I make. It's a little unnerving, having this much freedom, but I'm thankful for the change of pace. I'm grateful for the challenge this sales job presents.

I've had the puperoo a year, which is mind-blowing. I've built a computer. Two of my friends have made gigantic moves to different states. One of my friends is expecting a baby. I'm buying a Mustang within the next month (and no one's gonna stop me). My sister is officially done her dissertation, which means she graduates as a master's degree holding person in October. I traveled to Ireland. I took Pinkerton on a five and a half hour road trip. I ran out of gas twice (because I'm stupid). And I went on my first real world, grown up work related trip.

Now for the reason behind my post.

I'm an adult now, as terrifying as that is. Which means my Facebook feed is filled with one of three things: engagements, weddings or babies. Not much else on there. There's the occasional spotty post about someone doing something unrelated to one of those three things. And I find them a breath of fresh air. They make me feel a little more normal.

In the midst of all of this happening, I've noticed something: Engagements and weddings that go viral.

I'm all about making a wedding a celebration. They really should be treated like that. But I've seen some things that have gone around that, essentially say, "This is the best engagement/wedding/baby on the planet, and no one else can even remotely compare". To be frank, it bothers me. I ignore them anymore because it makes me feel like either a) I'll get my hopes up or b) I'll be disappointed that those things aren't happening to me.

It's almost annoying how we've turned relationships into this trope to have. This thing to tout and show off. Like somehow, someone in their specific union has mastered something that doesn't have a textbook. Remember people, relationships are unique. Every single one of them. Because of that, how can we possibly allow ourselves to compare one to another? It's like comparing an apple to an orange - as cliche as that is. They are different in every single way.

That's how relationships, engagements, marriages, families, are supposed to be. They're all unique and special. They're all irreplaceable. Why do we put a star sticker on one? They're all genuinely beautiful.

I'm getting off my soapbox now. Simply because, for no adequate reason, I'm exhausted. I fear I'm getting sick. How annoying is that? It's like the year of the plague for me.

Currently I'm in between books. I'll pick up one of them sometime this weekend and dig in.

Currently Listening to: "Sleep" by Polyphony and Steven Layton