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    Tuesday's Thoughts: In The Words of Bob Seger, "They Were Long And Low And Sleek And Fast."

    The other day I was out for a run and lo and behold there she was. I’ve seen her before, but on this day she was stretched out across a driveway. Skin glowing under the warm sun. Her sensuous curves beckoning my hand to caress them. She made my heart thump with excitement. Practically stole my breath even more so than what the run was doing.

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    There was something else about her that caught my eye. I couldn’t believe it, but it was there. A “for sale” sign in the window. Was she really being sold? Oh my gosh, could I afford her? I’m thinking I could. That cherry red color could be all mine. So too the white wall tires. And that hood scoop. The V8 markings on the side of her body. I bet she would be a blast to drive.

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    I don’t know what you were just thinking, well maybe I do given the power of suggestion, but she was an old Thunderbird. Most likely a ’57. I swear it happens to me at least once, if not twice a year. Something grabs hold of my desire and makes me want to own an old muscle car. And here was that opportunity clearly presenting itself.

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    As I continued my run, I thought about the enjoyment I would have cleaning and waxing it. The satisfaction of seeing it pimped out. The fun I would have driving it and taking my wife to the bar or maybe rolling side-by-side with all kinds of other classic cars in the Woodward Dream Cruise. At that point I practically saw myself holding the keys. Then, of course, reality hits me like a baseball bat across the face and tells me it’s not going to happen. For a brief moment I resist because hey, why can’t I have it? Yet, my defiance doesn’t last much longer.

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    For starters, I noticed the chips in the paint. In fact there were a couple of large patches near the trunk. That meant the need for a whole new paint job, which in turn made dollar signs spin before my eyes like a Vegas slot machine. And if it needed new paint what else was it going to need?

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    Maybe something would be wrong with the engine. Or the transmission. Whatever it was, it was bound to be something that required my attention and pocketbook. And let’s not forget about the need to store it during the winter months. Restoration. Repairs. Do I really have the time and energy to put into such a project? I’m already spread thin as it is with the things I’ve got going on in my life right now. And with these realizations the thought of owning this classic car slip further and further into the distance.

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    Ah yes, reality. It sure has a way of thwarting our desires and crushing our dreams. But, does it really need to be like this? The simple answer is, not really. I mean in the case of this car it’s more about practicality. That Thunderbird would be fun to own, but in the end it’s not something I truly desire. Truth be told, there are other things in my life that I’d rather focus my time and energy on.

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    It does beg the question, how much do we allow our reality to deter us from the things we’d like to achieve? For instance, how often have you heard someone say, or maybe you’ve said it yourself, “I don’t have the time,” “I’m too busy,” “Work has been stressful,” or “I’ve got too many things on my plate already.”

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    I do think some clarification is needed because I feel when making a large purchase, you know those big ticket items, it’s important to look at the practicality of owning such a thing. Ask yourself, “Is it worth the cost?” “Do I really need this?” “Will I be happy with it a year from now?”

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    When trying to achieve a personal goal, start a project or simply cross something off your bucket list more often than not the realities of life tend to push us away from achieving these things. I guess in the end, if you truly want to do something you’ll move a mountain to do it. In other words if you really want it, you’ll find a way to make it happen.

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    Passing the four mile mark, I was more than ready for my run to end and well, being close to home I stopped. As I walked up my driveway I was thinking about work and how I was so not in the mood to go in. I’m sure that every one of you has felt this at one time or another. I allowed my mind to drift and before long I started to imagine myself selling my home, quitting my job, giving away most of my possessions and just simply walk away. You know, start a whole new life and adventure.

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    I catch myself sighing. Probably best if I let reality seep into this daydream before I let it go any further. I’m sure my wife would agree with this too.

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    I still believe the majority of us want to be in this together, let’s not be too close together while we’re all in it.

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