I have an old pick-up truck that has happy energy. It hums along down the road- not speedy- not righteously powerful- but steady and just right in its own way. It has old knobs and old dials and a door that doesn't lock, but it starts, and it runs, and it cruises me up and down the road.
Slick and new is not always best. The old and faithful has its own kind of soul.
I'm grateful for the things in my life that are old and reliable and steady. They add richness and depth to my journey.