My Hubs is a huge car fan. He particularly loves old, British cars and very expensive, exotic cars. He isn’t a muscle car kind of guy, but he certainly can appreciate them. Over the many years I have known this man, I have learned many things about cars and have come to appreciate them myself, not to the extent that he does, of course, but I do appreciate them. He is known around here as the “Tire Guru”, meaning, if you need any advice on which set of tires you should get for your car, he’s your man. He can tell which kind of tires are on a car by the marks left in the snow, for heaven’s sake. He has also been known to leave notes on cars for those poor souls who have low tire pressure, or those who have had the misfortune of having their tires put on backwards. Yes, for those of you who were not aware, certain types of tires can be put on backwards making their purpose in life, well, impossible. They can’t whisk away the water for instance if they are on incorrectly. I have learned this from Hubs. I am “in the know”!
I promise, though, I won’t write about my very minimal car knowledge, but let’s just say, I have enough to get by. Actually, the normal routine of cars around here goes something like this. I ask a question which seems like a simple car question. What I get instead of a simple answer is a complete dissertation of the mechanical workings of whatever part of the damn car I asked about. Hubs, in return for his extraordinary effort, gets my “deer in caught in the headlights” look. He has completely lost me by the second or third sentence most times. I just wanted the simple answer, but God bless him for trying. Our son could identify all Ford Mustangs, regardless of year, by the time he was two or three. He could identify most brands shortly after that, making Daddy one proud papa. Again, I digress.
This post is about what drives us in our lives. For some people it seems to be about success. For others, it’s about religion, still others, family. What makes people tick? What drives us in our lives? I have met so many people and yet, each person I meet is uniquely different. I guess because of that, I can only tell you my thoughts and tell you what drives me. Some days I have to admit, I don’t seem to have any drive at all, but in the end, here I am, so something drives me.
I am and I’ve always been a people pleaser. I love to make others happy. My mother always taught me that giving was much better than receiving because you get so much more back. She also saw in me that I was a giver. I have to admit that I like to receive, too. Who doesn’t? But in my work, I find that giving my time to others is what brings me the most happiness in life. Selfishness is something that makes me crazy. I abhor it, yet I find myself being selfish at times. They always say that the traits you dislike in others are usually the ones you need to work on. I guess they’re right on that one. I’m selfish when it comes to time and attention from my Hubs. He really is the best. While I have been so ill these last few months, he has been my rock. I’ve realized that as long as he is there, I’m happy and satisfied. I won’t say we always get along. We are human, but we understand each other so well, that just by communicating, all is well in the world.
My faith is also very important to me. Let me tell you, it’s been tested quite a lot over the years, but no matter what, I always come back, and never once have I questioned God’s existence. I know that God is a loving and forgiving God. I know that I am a sinner and I pray every single day for forgiveness for my sins. I sure hope he hears those prayers. I have not been a perfect Catholic, but I am a repentant soul just trying to do the best I can and trying to do a little better each day. I’ll never be perfect. I don’t get to church everyday or anywhere near it. In the last month and a half, due to my illness, I haven’t been at all. I long to get back to the choir. I miss it. The point is, regardless of how many times I go to church, I still try my best to live my faith and to teach it to my children. I often times feel like I have failed doing a good job in that department. I haven’t lived up to the standards I set for myself. That being said, my faith still drives me to do better and to try harder.
My family drives me to be successful and to be a good role model. I don’t always succeed but I keep my head up and keep on going. Hubs and I have done our best to provide for our family, to create a safe home, to create a happy home. It’s been a very difficult and rocky struggle throughout the years, but we finally have achieved a home environment that is something that we are proud of. We have always loved our family very much, but for much of our married life, there were struggles. This life is a hard one and like I always say, I am a work in progress. We all are. Hubs and I used to fight over stupid things that didn’t really matter. I finally realized that it was me that was instigating the madness. There was no reason for it. It was me trying to live in a house where everything was perfect. The reality was, we needed a home that was lived in and not so perfect. I had to realize that I was the problem. That’s really hard to do, but once I did it, our lives began to transform. Now, our house is a home of love and imperfection and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, I’m working on my impatience. I have the drive to fix it because of the love I have for my family, but the struggle is undeniably difficult at times, especially when I’m tired and not feeling well and dealing with a 9 year old who is also tired and won’t give up the battle. Ugh!
If only I could get in a car, a really nice car, and drive off to be serviced for my own imperfections… Well, nice thought that is, but I will continue to strive to fix me. Right now, I’m still recovering from that blasted surgery and it’s complications. I know once I am able to get out and about again, I will get a new outlook too. I’ve had far too much time in my house this summer, but I’m feeling much better and ready to have some good times. I’m ready to build up my strength and get back to work again. So, that’s my story. What drives you?