I got a new car! In fact I purchased a brand new car! Not earth shattering news and kinda first world really, but my brand new car signifies so much to me and it has nothing to do with status or flashiness.
Let me start by saying I’m not shoving this purchase down your throat, showing off or up myself. I totally get that people buy new cars all the time but this purchase, well this purchase kinda moved me on the inside, I mean there were tears even! Fuck me, I didn’t understand that, so I drilled down a little deeper and worked out why this chunk of metal moved me and thought I’d share.
My husband and I have never ever owned a brand new car, partly because kids are expensive but mostly because cars don’t hold status for us. For me a car needs a functioning music box and it needs to be reliable. Simple hey. Well, that’s how it used to be.
Four years ago I finished some pretty gruelling medical treatment and had my life expectancy bubble burst so I threw up a middle finger to all that shit and purchased my ‘fuck your cancer’ car. I purchased a little MG Abingdon in British racing green.
This car signified where I was at in life, living days like they were my last. The top was down, music blaring and sun on my face, and when I got to put the pedal to metal and rip through the gears I was as happy as a pig in shit. It’s a glorious feeling driving with the top down, you’re exposed to the elements and to onlookers and you smell and feel so much as you zip through the streets. It’s fucking liberating!
Sadly after a few months my shit hips and knees couldn’t take the low style driving anymore and the huz and I purchased a more practical Suzuki SX4. The Suzuki was easier to get in and out of and I felt safer on the roads. We kept the MG and occasionally take her for a spin but mostly master 19 drives her.
The Suzuki is cute and reliable but the manual gear stick is a bitch when my bung arm is playing up which is ALL. THE. TIME. in summer. After three years I decided it was time to start looking at other cars. The thing is, I didn’t feel like I deserved another car. I mean three cars in four years just feels bloody excessive. I felt like I should suck it up and keep going in the current car, there was nothing wrong with the current car…just me.
I was playing it safe. But what I didn’t realise was I was putting myself on hold. I wasn’t acknowledging my needs. I wasn’t living my life in the fast lane, instead I had got back on the treadmill.
Cue a visit to the accountant and a hi five for a great year in small business and the suggestion that a car might be a good asset to the business. Bang! The car was back on the radar.
The huz and I headed out to ‘look’ at cars, I had three on my radar and all were smaller SUVs but never was I thinking ‘new’. I was happy with pre owned as long as it met my needs and budget.
Well that was until I sat in Qashqai at Nissan and fell in love. We hit up the salesman for a used option or a demo but he gave us a new model to test drive and then told us of the great deal they had going. After a drive we were hooked, the price was ridiculously good (even though it was a few thousand above the figure I had planned to spend) and a few hours later I had purchased my very first brand new car.
I purchased it under my own name through my business because that just makes financial sense even though it scared the crappers outa me. And then I realised why I felt so bloody giddy with excitement.
I was not on the treadmill anymore. I made a purchase that involved future me! I am worthy of something shiny and new! My small business is successful! Crazy hey!
Sometimes we don’t realise we are putting joy on hold, we don’t see that we have joined the treadmill grind and we forget what unbridled happiness feels like. Life is bloody good for me but I won’t lie, it’s been a tough year in some areas of my life this year.
I’ve spent far too much time in hospitals this year for my liking. Motherhood has been challenging, raising and living with adult children bends my brain and my heart. Business has been good but moves at a frantic pace. All of these added up to some overwhelm and I’ve had to introduce some well thought out changes to reign the crazy in a little.
The new car signified that I’m back on track, driving in my own lane and doing ok. The huz and I are planning road trips together (our favourite thing to do), I am forward planning in my business and most of all the reigns feel looser and some of that ‘fuck you cancer’ abandon has come back into my life. Thank goodness!
Life is short, live in it now. Do the things, value yourself, celebrate wins and stick your middle finger up at the rules from time to time. Remember that.
Mandatory cheesy grins from the huz and I…
Can you believe the fuss the sales team make over delivering a new car? I bloody love it! Flowers, big arse bow, balloons and would you look at the personalised sign that salesman Rene had made, I bloody love that too!. The team at Main North Nissan were super easy to deal with and made purchasing a car a joy, big thanks to them all.
Oh and I think I’ve named my new wheels ‘Purrl’ (there’s RR in the number plate and the colour is pearl ivory). What do you think? Did you name your car?
Til next time