I drive to work. Or is that commute?
I commute to work. I don’t always like it.
Traffic sucks. I am known to be an angry driver. My goal this year is to calm down and slow down. I have been trying to listen to different music such as classical or “spa” on my car’s satellite radio. Sometimes I’ll listen to comedy and just enjoy a good laugh.
Getting to work on time isn’t an issue. I always leave with plenty of time to spare. Rarely am I late. I mean very rarely. Like only once in the last nine years at my job have I been late to work. And that was in the first few months of trying to figure out where I needed to be.
It’s the drive home that sucks. There’s no “set” time to get home. I just want to get there. Home is the place of peace and tranquility. A place you dropped kicked your jacket as you came through the door- No one glared.
Wow, Mr. Belvedere was such a bad show.
My car is a machine made of glass and metal that could kill me or someone else and I need to respect that more often.