Hi, my name is Jaymie Shearer and I’ve been driving the same car for the past seven years. It’s a 1989 Acura Integra. My family and I refer to my car always by his name, Stanley. He’s a quirky car with headlights that flip up in the front, a sunroof that only closes when you’re holding all the right things in place and a heater that works a little too well. I love this car and have always wanted to keep it running. Hashtag.keep.the.car.running.
This car and I have been through many things together; graduating high school, moving to college, exploring the California coastline, spending summers driving down redwood lined highways, and fitting as many friends into my car as possible. Thanks to this car I have learned what coolant smells like as its burning from your radiator, how far I can drive it on empty, how to give it a jump, how to keep it from overheating and so much more. I have learned that some of the best conversations are had during a long drive back from a much needed trip with close friends and some of my best, most honest, and needed conversations with God take place while driving this car.
When I initially started planning the trip for Mug Life, I was planning on taking Stanley. Why not? We had done so much work to him already—new head gasket, new radiator, new timing belts and new break pads. So when I got word back from the mechanic that Stanley doesn’t make the cut to go on a 7,000 mile road trip, I didn’t know how to respond. And then my dad started talking to me about car loans, selling Stanley, buying a new car and making payments on that loan. Then I really didn’t know how to respond.
I know, I know. This is silly. It’s just a car. Whats the big deal? And people make payments on loans all the time. Its a normal thing to do. I’m being a baby about this, I know. But its more than this new and overwhelming process I’ve been thrusted into. It’s an addition to so many new and overwhelming processes going on in my life lately. First I quit my job at Sally Loo’s, then I start moving things to my parents house, then I start telling everyone I’m leaving for this grand road trip that I now have no car and no money to actually do. No more job (which I loved), no more San Luis Obispo as a home (which I am obsessed with), and no more car thats been with me forever. What.the.hell.am.I.doing.
Every other day I know this is what I’m supposed to be doing and every other day I am convinced I’m insane. Today is one of those days I second guess everything. So I guess thats where this blog came from—a need to process, to get whats in my head out there somewhere, and to be cool like my friends Claire Shannon and Jess Jan. Because we’re all in this together, right? I know things will work out with the car, with moving, with the trip/project, with the unknown, etc because I know that God is good. And what I mean by that is He is trustworthy and knows all the things I do not. Thankfully. I’ve been so aware of all the things I do.not.know lately and its the worst.
I’m learning so many things but I don’t know what they are yet. But I know I can trust Him. I’m learning to trust Him. I keep reminding myself of that while googling ‘reliable cars’ and ‘car loans’ and ‘mud season in wyoming’ and ‘why aren’t there more female mechanics’. Right now it’s hard but who said this whole following Jesus thing would be easy? Hopefully the next post will have more well rounded thoughts. But for now I’m just working on being honest.
Oh and can someone please tell me why there aren’t more female mechanics?