*cues Kanye West’s Heartless*
In 2007, I purchased my vision board vehicle. An ’07 Acura RDX. It wasn’t the original car I had on my vision board, but when I went in to the dealership to test drive the other vehicle, I was introduced to the RDX and never looked back. I didn’t get the car on that day because they had given me numbers I felt were too high to accept at that point. My next course of action was to wait it out. I printed out two pictures I found of it on the Net; one for my board and one for my school notebook. One of the pictures was turned to the rear. I wrote Jewells on the back of the license plate to really make it mine (as the Law of Attraction suggests–believe it’s already yours).
A couple of weeks later I took about an hour drive to CarMax to get the vehicle I was driving at the time appraised. Instead of selling them my car and getting something from their lot, I asked the sales associate where the Acura dealership in their city was located. I called, got directions, and was on my way. The numbers were right up my alley, even with my trade-in and very minimal money down. That night I drove home in a white diamond pearl RDX I quickly named Pearls.
Oh, I loved her so. She had every single feature I could think of. Navigation, 6-disc CD changer, moon roof, premium sound, heated leather seats, xenon headlights, and my favorite feature, blue lights illuminating the inside. I used to love driving around town at night because Pearls had a way of relaxing me–not that I was stressed or anything. Riding in her was like taking a one-degree-below-hot bath with candles, jazz, and a glass of wine. Pearls had that effect on me.
Fast forward two years…
I had a decrease in my pay. My parents picked up the slack and made my car payments for about seven months. It truly bothered me to take their money every month. I felt like, “Here I am, driving the vehicle I wanted while my parents are paying for it. That’s not fair.” Yes, I appreciated being able to further enjoy my dream car, but it was at the expense of two individuals who had no say in me getting the car to begin with. Unselfishly they gave. They had their own vehicles, yet paid for, but still. One day I called around a few places, had my car appraised by CarMax once again. The next day I planned to sell them my beloved Pearls. For whatever reason, my credit union denied the loan I applied for to pay the difference in what I owed and what CarMax offered. My credit was in excellent condition, I just didn’t have enough income to makes sense in their case.
The next day I went to the local Acura dealership to see what they’d give me. They offered the same as CarMax. I then drove and found a luxury dealership who had all kinds of high-priced cars on their lot. They even had the car Rick Ross created a record label after. One of the technicians took Pearls to the back, appraised her, and came back with an offer for a grand more than the others. All I had to do was file a claim to have my windshield replaced from a nice chip thanks to a rock that flew from an 18-wheeler on I-26. Grrrr. Everything was set. My parents gave me a check for the difference, the insurance was sending someone to replace the windshield there the next day. All I had to do was say my peace and hand over my keys.
It was a painful goodbye. My dad and I prayed before making the drive. As he reached up to God, my eyes began to flood with tears. This was not what I wanted. But what else could I do? Soon as I put the key in the ignition, the speakers rang with an incoming call. It was a job offer. At that moment I almost jumped out the car and waved my dad down the street to come back home. I was torn. I had been on the hunt for a job for over a year with no offers. And the moment I decide to sell my car I get a job offer! There was no turning back. I could only move forward. Sell Pearls and move forward.
I took the PT job. Luckily at the time my mom had an assignment away from home and was given a rental car. Their second vehicle would become my main means of transportation for the next 20 months.
And here we are…
Last week my parents sold the car. She was an ’02. Had given us many years and miles. Though they were told she had many more miles to go, too much money had been put into her over the last year. She began showing signs of age when I moved with her to Atlanta last year. After the check engine light came on twice in one week – even after doing a costly repair – it was decided to let her go. It was my suggestion because I knew the only reason she was being kept around was for me. Without a car of my own, my parents figured since the Camry was paid for, why not do minor repairs here and there instead of going out and getting a monthly car payment. I appreciate their sacrifice once again. And once again, I am carless.
Wouldn’t you know it, though, the day after we took the car to sell, I received a nice deposit I had been waiting over a year for in my account. It was deja vu. Another give-up-something-to-get-something moment. This leads me to believe that there is more in store for me as I let go and let God. Things I’ve been waiting years for come into my life the moment I give up something. God definitely has a plan and an order to this experience we call life.
For now, instead of feeding into my new addiction of returning purchases (I will blog about this another day), I will use this time to be productive. Put a yearly plan together. Figure out where I want to see my life go.
In the meantime, I have my eye on the 2012 Honda CR-V. And you best believe, the minute a picture is released, it will be going in my vision/dream book.
Spiritual Jewel: Trust Me. Trust My plan. Trust My process.
This is Jewells signing out…