My first car was a 1987 Plymouth Reliant station wagon.

“Woody,” as she became known, was baby blue with wood paneling.

The radio only knew one station – the AM talk radio my grandfather, from whom my brother and I’d inherited the car, listened to fanatically – so I buckled a boombox in on the passenger seat next to me.

So cutting edge. So many batteries.

I drove so many miles in that car that year I turned 16, singing along to the tapes I’d made. Tapes!

But none more than Alanis Morissette’s anthem, “You Oughta Know.”

She didn’t know it, of course, but she’d written the soundtrack to my first heartache.

And I was convinced that she had written it just for me.

Today, as her latest album - it’s been 8 years since her last – plays next to me, I’m planning the next leap in my business.

And I’m reminded of that girl I was 25 years ago.

She was curious, reserved, cautious.

I’ve missed Alanis’ words and her melodies – and am grateful for their return.

And I’m grateful for the reminder of all the places I’ve been – and where I’ve yet to go.

We are capable of so much, aren't we?

Take a trip down memory lane with me and tell me about your first car…I’d love to hear about it below.