At first I just held my speed and watched in wonder as so many people, coffee or cell phone in-hand, eyes bleary, pushed their car-seat-laden steel around the highway. For a time I tried being one of them and became just as much of a nuisance and just as sad looking. But that didn’t feel right at all. Ultimately, I allowed the vehicle to find its own pace while I climbed inside my mind and thought through other parts of my world. This became habit and now the commute affords a period of calm while I move between turbulent areas of my own world. In that calm can be found the plotting and planning for a new day and a new way of being; none of it involving a commute, but all of it involving a journey.
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