Flat Tire

After a few days of being "lifted", I returned to Michigan to a flat tire.  There is a shiny nail head gleaming above the black treads of the rear passenger rubber.  I am grateful that the tire deflated in the garage while I was gone and not while I was driving.  I was able to inflate the tire and thankfully it held air on the drive to the tire store.   As of this entry to the blog, I am seated in the store; the air in the waiting room is infused with the distinct smell of rubber.  This experience is another visual example of how important being "filled" with what I need is ... there are times when I am emotionally flat just like the tire on my car.