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

If you have been mildly amused, challenged or inspired by what you have read, please pass on my blog to a friend, colleague, family member or even random acquaintance