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Stepping out of the traffic

This is the road I want to travel
Stuck!

Tail lights go whizzing by like streaks of red tracers on a bad trip.  The next moment, screeching sounds as brakes lock up and traffic is at a standstill.  How can you be flying along and then find yourself on a collision course with the Prius in front of you?  Why all the movement spurts in an everyday commute story that doesn’t make logical sense?

Impatient, you peel off at the next exit looking for a way around the congestion.  Gridlock messes with us, insisting on its own annoying way.  Mindless of the inconvenience it doles day by day.  Ugghhh!  As you come to another stoplight and detour.

Unless you’ve just come back to earth from some remote pie-in-the-sky- island where things like clocks and schedules and to-do’s have never been heard of, you know the treadmill feeling I’m describing.  We are up to our ears in the influx of truckage.

 The freeway should be fast, the shortest distance between two points – three or four lanes of straightness – but it’s jammed with cloned minivans maneuvering to society’s beat.  It’s not easy to divert our actions and recalculate, but stepping out of the traffic gives a vantage point; we relax, have a chance to check our nav system and plug-in our destination.

Rerouting dumps us onto a silent street to steer where we can feel movement outside of rush hour.

I’m looking for an exit…


Missy


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  1. sewsavyAugust 13, 2014 at 3:36 PM

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  2. sewsavyAugust 14, 2014 at 5:56 AM

    Well said, Missy. I know the feeling well. Took the long way around to Woodburn last weekend, avoiding the freeway and enjoying the view. Spent time garden shopping in contrast to the outlet mall. So much more relaxing. I think, as we age, this race to the other end is less appealing. Hope you are well.

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    1. Missy AAugust 14, 2014 at 10:28 AM

      I'm sure you enjoyed a little distraction after moving, painting and settling in to your new place. Getting off the beaten path is a good thing.

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