At least once a week(but usually more) someone makes the comment that I drive pretty far to get to work from where I live. It definitely isn't right down the street. I have to leave a little earlier and I get home a little later than most of my coworkers.
I'm okay with this.
The drive is Meagan time. The drive is thinking time. The drive is praying time. The drive is singing loudly time. The drive is just nice before the craziness of the work day starts and before the night time rituals of the house start.
Lately, I haven't been singing loudly in my drive. In fact, I sometimes don't even turn the music on. The drive has been used for much needed thinking time. I've had a lot to think about lately. My life in its current state, my future, the what if's, the could haves's, and the should have's. Most of the time even by the time my drive is over I still haven't finished what is swirling around in my head.
The good news is I get to do it all over again the next day.
Eventually, I will figure it all out.
The good, the bad, and the ugly.
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I used to drive 30 minutes to get to work everyday, now I drive 7 minutes and I have to say I'm spoiled! But I do miss the me time I had on those longer drives.
ReplyDeleteI miss commuting to work (I work from home now). I loved that time to myself (though for the past 10 years I was usually on a crowded train). Regardless, sometimes you need to escape for a few hours each day to just be alone with your thoughts. Make the most of them; the times are few and far between when we can indulge in a bit of "me" time :)
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