There are often multiple stories and belief systems that play into our experiences. The other belief system that came through with my car was the idea that if it is not broken there is no need to fix it. I actually still subscribe to this belief system in many cases and likely always will since I do try to use our resources wisely.
Grandma was not a beautiful woman but she carried herself as if she was. She went to the beauty parlor every Friday morning. She never wore pants. Dresses were hemmed at the knee, blouses were tucked neatly inside skirts. Handkerchiefs were pressed. Silver belt buckles were polished, and so were shoes. Silk scarves were knotted around the neck.
I remember sixth grade like it was yesterday. My mom kept saying that one day I would actually have boobs like the rest of my friends. But at 51, I'm still a bit too small to fit into an A cup. As much as I've poked fun at my boobs over the years, I wouldn't change them for all the money in the world.
One of the scariest moments in training with Nacho was when we faced a huge tree-removal truck that was completely blocking the sidewalk and was actively, loudly, aggressively shredding an old tree trunk into wood chips. The way forward was blocked, and the noise was enormous, much louder than anything Nacho and I had faced thus far.