16 Nov My wonderful drive home
It’s not every day that you can take the time to wholeheartedly enjoy something that can be such a chore. Driving for me is usually just that, the suckiest chore there ever was. I used to have to drive about 75 miles each way to work everyday. Oh my goodness, such torture (the horror, flashbacks to horrific drive-thru meals 3 times per day and its resulting weight gain and discomfort). There are still bits of PTSD suffering that resurfaces whenever I turn the key to start the engine in my car. For me, there is nothing better than being a passenger. I always scream “not it!” frantically whenever there is a possibility that I will have to be the driver for an outing. So not fair to my friends I know. But I have a disability. It is called being spoiled. Oh come on, you love my honesty, right?
Despite defining driving as a chore, I must say that tonight I had an “a ha!” moment. My “a ha!” came when I found myself calmly driving the speed limit and bobbing my head with a big smile on face (this is coming from a speed demon who usually counts down every minute until I can stop the car and get inside somewhere). The reason…a nice relaxing walk beforehand, a wonderfully clear evening, minimal traffic, and an awesome soundtrack that resulted from a channel surfing/ipod mash-up.
I started with “Don’t let me be misunderstood” by The Animals, eased on into a beautiful instrumental of “Summertime” by George Gerswhin, enjoyed a luxurious mental massage from “Moonlight Sonata” by Beethoven and ended with the outrageously smile-worthy “What a wonderful world” by Louis Armstrong.
And because I ended my wonderful drive home thinking about how wonderful my world was…I thought I’d post a little Louis for you to enjoy as well. Happy Monday!