Creating 2015—Day 81:   The End Is Near

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Creating 2015—Day 81:   The End Is Near

My beloved but decrepit Chevy S-10 pick-up wouldn’t start this morning.  If I don’t fire it up and let it run every three or four days, the battery will drain and it won’t turn over.  I’ve had to call Triple A for a jump about three times in the last couple of months because I keep forgetting.

I keep forgetting to start it up because we don’t feel comfortable driving it farther than to the grocery store or dry cleaners.  Both of which are only a mile or two from our house.  Uh-mazing Romantic Partner actually just drove it to pick up his gardening supplies a couple days ago so I think what happened this time is the visor light got triggered and was left on.  It has a short in the wiring and the light goes on at the slightest touch.  It breaks my heart to say it but I think it is time to let my timeworn truck go.

I bought the truck brand spanking new back on December 19, 1993 a little over a month after I crashed my Chevy Chevette on the 405 freeway on the way to San Pedro for a weekend cruise to Ensenada Mexico for my 25th birthday.  Broke my nose in two places and totaled the car.  I didn’t have trip insurance.  So, my future ex-husband and I went on the cruise despite the accident.  Otherwise, I would have lost like $1200. A shit ton of money to a newly 25 year old.  Once on board the Royal Caribbean cruise liner, I immediately went to the ship’s doctor and had my bloodied, swollen nose looked at.  He set it, packed it and gave me some painkillers.  And then we set sail.

Brand new off the lot - December 19, 1993

Me in my brand new truck – December 19, 1993

At this moment, I am overwhelmingly emotional at the thought of getting rid of my truck—tears and the whole nine. It feels like the end of an era.  Even more painful, it feels like the end of my youth.  Now, I realize how ridiculous that sounds considering I’m well into my sixth year of a mid-life crisis.  But, still, it does.

The memories run the emotional gamut.  They can make me smile and my heart ache. Over 21 years!  My old red truck has been with me through divorce, starting and leaving companies, trips to Vegas, three moves and making two movies.  We have history together. Considering her bright red sheen is now dull and weathered from years in the sun and it feels like I’m in Fred Flintstone’s car when I take it on the freeway, it’s time for the vehicle I bought in my youth to become a part of my history.

“The end is the beginning of all things, suppressed and hidden, awaiting to be released through the rhythm of pain and pleasure.”  —Jiddu Krishnamurti  

Until tomorrow, create from what you have…an inevitable end.

Kelli Joan Bennett is a filmmaker, actress, writer, entrepreneur, advocate for creative thinking and Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Think Outside The Box Inside The Box Media.

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