My Car, My Life

I tend to be nomadic in my life so my car is my sanctuary. Probably my need for control also explains why I look around my car and all I see is a mess of stuff every where. There's full and empty pop cans and bottles, books, papers, clothes and other stuff. It's pretty much an explosion of the things that I do and how I try to avoid things. I try to keep my life so full of stuff that I can avoid dealing with things that are truly important. Or there's also my other favorite technique of putting stuff in the backseat so I can get to it later and then I bury it with more crap and garbage. So as I spent time cleaning out my car over the last couple of days. Still have work to do on the car and that's very much like my life. It's not the most fun thing in the world to do to clean up your life. It's often something that you do and then it's very easy to trash again. Maybe someday my car will get clean. I know my life will never be the shining pretty thing that dreams are made of but I know it can be a little less messy and that is what I strive for.