Bye-bye Flashy Car, Hello Minivan

I got in a car accident last week. The kids and I are fine but my car is not. It has been deemed a total loss. So I am looking into minivans. Boo...

I got my car through my now defunct Arbonne business. It was too hard to keep up my business after all my troubles while pregnant with Sam. Even though I shut down my operations, we decided to keep the car. I always felt a little sheepish in my car, except when in Beverly Hills or Brentwood. But for the most part, if people asked me what I drove (like when they're trying to identify me when I'm dropping something off), I would look down, shuffle one foot around and whisper, "a Mercedes."

But now, the thought of driving a minivan kind of makes me nauseous. I feel like I am succumbing to a necessary evil. The funny thing is Chang and I were talking about selling his car and having HIM drive the minivan. But now, the curse is upon me.

I was really shaken up by the accident. I've never been in one. I kept going through it in my head, wondering what I could have done differently. "If only, I didn't stop for coffee that day." Or, "I should have turned at a different intersection." I was mostly disturbed by worst case scenario thoughts. "What if I was going a little faster and the car had hit us where Sam was sitting?" Or "what if a mack truck had hit us?" Then, my wonderfully (and sometimes annoying) glass-is-always-half-full husband said, "I like to think that God put everything in place that allowed all of you to walk away unhurt."

So today, as I was driving through the intersection where I was hit, I felt this overwhelming sense of gratitude. Thank God that even though it was a pretty terrible accident, the children and I were completely unharmed. It really could have been so much worse. But it wasn't. In any case, I am grateful. I have another day with my beautiful and bizarre children.