Steering Wheel

I speak frequently of my old green van. How can I help thinking of it? I have spent a lot of time in it over the years. Nearly 300,000 miles to be precise. Not to mention the sitting and waiting time. I was doing some of that this evening. Had my seat back. Eye level with the steering wheel. I looked. And looked again. Totally smooth. Black. Shiny. It used to be dimpled. I love the feeling now.
It's smooth and cool. It slips through my fingers just right when I make turns. But it took a long time and a lot of turning to get that steering wheel worn smooth. It took a long time to feel right. As a matter of fact, I was so enamored with it, I was thinking that if I ever have to give up my van I might need to keep my steering wheel as a reminder of happy times. I probably won't. Don't shudder at my strangeness yet.
But, just like life, it takes time to smooth things out. It takes time and lots of turning and even some sitting. But, one day, you look and you realize how it has all worn things into a place of beauty and comfort. Of course, in this case, the life of the van is nearly over. Maybe that's how it is for us. Maybe we don't notice the beauty until it's toward the end. I hope not.
Keep steering. Maneuvering. The miles go by fast.
blessings,
rhonda