My Red Beauty

I said goodbye to my beautiful red car tonight. It was time to let her go.

Although only an object, that car represented a lot to me. It was the first car I ever negotiated and bought on my own. It was a red convertible, something I always dreamed of owning. It was a way of expressing myself to the world.

But it was only a car, and it was something that can be replaced at a later date. And all that it represented to me--independence, dreams and self-expression--remains within me. I no longer need a car to understand that fact.

“The red car was a way for me to feel just more alive.”

                            ~Debra Davis