Why I Went Back to a Ford Flex — and What the Blue Car Taught Me About Living in the Quantum

I have owned two Ford Flexes before this one I recently acquired.

The second one got me to Florida. It carried me through a chapter I did not even understand I was living at the time.

Then, on the way to a Solex convention, we broke down in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Luckily we broke down at the Air B n B and coasted down to the Ford Dealership. I remember standing there thinking, “Is this a sign?”

I did not listen.

But looking back, I see it clearly now: my car broke down on the way to a Solex event. Not after. Not on the way home. On the way there.

The vehicle that carried me into that chapter literally stopped working when I tried to drive it further into the system. It was not a mechanical failure. It was a message.

“This container cannot carry you where you are trying to go anymore.”

I did not understand that then. So I kept going. I got another car. I got a Bronco.

And now, three years later, I realize the Bronco was the last thread of Solex energy still attached to my life.

I did not see it that way when I leased it. It was just a car. But over time, it became a symbol of a chapter I had outgrown. A company I had left. A version of myself I no longer recognized.

When the lease came up, I knew I did not want it anymore. Not just the car — everything it represented.

So I started looking at Flexes again.

And I found one. A royal blue one.

Royal blue is not a common color for a Ford Flex. They are usually white, gray, or black. But this one was blue — the exact same shade as the front door of my house.

I know blue means something. I know the universe does not do coincidences.

And then it got better.

The car was in Tampa — a town Dave was already traveling to that weekend. The price was exactly what was sitting in my savings account. Not a stretch. Not a loan. Just… there.

Everything lined up. Effortlessly.

That is what living in the quantum looks like. It is not about hustling harder. It is about paying attention to the winks — and then saying yes when the door opens.

Why the Bronco had to go:

It was not just a car. It was the last physical thread connecting me to Solex. Every time I got in it, I felt the residue of that chapter. The betrayal. The silence. The system I walked away from.

Letting it go was not about the payment. It was about closing the loop.

And going back to a Ford Flex?

That felt like coming home. A full circle moment. The car that carried me into Florida is the same car that is carrying me into this next chapter — but I am a completely different person driving it.

The breakdown in Albuquerque was not a breakdown. It was a message. And I am reading it now, three years later.

You are never late to your own awakening.

What I want you to take from this:

The universe speaks in symbols. In blue cars that match your front door. In prices that match your savings account. In timing that feels too perfect to be random.

You do not have to chase those moments. You just have to notice them — and then trust them enough to say yes.

Dad knew what we needed. He sent the blue car.

Wink wink. 💙