Do you ever notice people who are in such a rush they brush by you as if you weren’t there? Or drivers who swerve in and out of lanes at supersonic speeds just to go another 50 yards to the next exit? Or, the opposite, drivers barely doing the speed limit in the passing lane? I used to get really irritated at these things. Some folks will say I still do, but now I like to think about what might be going on in that other drivers’ head. He may have a really good reason for driving at supersonic speed! Perhaps his wife just went into labor. Wouldn’t you speed for that?
Now, I pause, take a breath, slow my racing thoughts and get out of their way. Or go around the slow ones. I don’t always follow this paradigm, of course. It’s a work in progress. Some of my closest friends will tell you I swear like a stevedore when I drive. [I’m not really sure how stevedores swear, and I certainly don’t want to offend any who might be reading this!] But, it is an interesting phenomenon – I only curse when I drive.
I have a tiny scented pillow hanging from my rearview mirror. Ok, that’s not true. When I first bought the tiny pillow it was scented with lavender. Now, not so much. It has one word written on it: Breathe. It reminds me to slow down. That road rage is not for me. To let those crazy drivers go. That their urgency is obviously greater than mine. To just get out of their way. It’s not worth me getting into an accident…
“Synchronicity happens when we align with the flow of the universe rather than insisting the universe flow our way.”
~ Akemi G