Adios Tacoma (not the one in Washington)
"Healing isn’t about acquiring something outside of yourself. Healing is about returning to your natural state." - some instagram influencer When I bought my truck, I felt empowered. It was some symbol of so many things. My achievements in career. Taking care of myself and tow things without needing to borrow a truck. Impressing men who think that a woman driving a truck is a novelty. Making my own money and spending it however I saw fit. Being able to think for myself. It’s interesting how often I fall into these traps. These traps of proving myself. You’d think that by now I’d learn. You’d think I’d already know that owning someTHING, buying someTHING, or identifying with someTHING would be a trap. Yet, I often forget. For all I know I may be repeating another loop of this trap right now in my obsession with disowning things. Career, relationships, stuff, money, and….the truck. Today I sold my truck, my beloved Tacoma. I don't name cars, so much like my other vehicles...