Whenever we create change in our life, it’s likely we have to say goodbye to a number of things to which we have become very attached. At the end of last year, we said goodbye to the flat in England we had grown to love and to everything that went with it — the beautiful countryside and the pleasure we had living in a small English village during each of 9 summers from 2009 until 2018.
Of course, since we were leaving England for good, I had to let go of the car that had served us so well over those summers, but what surprised me was the extent to which I had become attached to it. I never thought I would be attached to a car, but I was.
It was a 12-year-old Mazda that I bought for just 1900 pounds with only 19000 miles on the clock, so it was like a brand-new car. I loved that car, and even though it gave me great pleasure to give it to Caroline, my youngest daughter, I noticed that I was having a hard time letting go of it.
One interesting little fact about that car is that JoAnn is not able to drive a stick shift, so we had to look out for a car that was fully automatic. Only later did we notice that the registration plate read F-J0-2 VWL. (We read it as For Jo, Too.) Just a coincidence, right?
Yesterday we said farewell to the car we both loved – our S-type Jaguar. It was 14 years old and had reached that point where to put more money into keeping it on the road was not the way to go.
Also, with me having terminal cancer I couldn’t imagine leaving JoAnn with a car that needed constant attention and was potentially unsafe. So, we traded it in for a Subaru Crosstrek which is one of the safest cars on the road. Nevertheless, it was hard saying goodbye to that car.
It was interesting observing that about me. The gurus say we shouldn’t have attachments, especially over things like cars.
But what if such things have a particular meaning to us? Does that count? If you have read my book Radical Manifestation, you may recall that this model Jag did have a particular meaning for me.
When I a young adult I perceived that the 1959 Jaguar to which our S-Type harked back was a car for successful people with money. I decided that if I ever owned a Jaguar like that I must have become successful.
That was a very strong subconscious suggestion I put into my mind at that time. It is clear to me that the attachment had meaning and may well have played a part in my becoming as successful as I did. That’s my story anyway and it will do for now.
What are you attached to? Is it the ‘thing’ you’re attached to or what it represents? Or, maybe a memory that comes to mind when you see it. How difficult would it be for you to give it up? I’d love to see your answers in the comment section below.