Rich Girl....

Nearing mile marker 157, I crank up Hall and Oats, and start (poorly) singing with them. I am again in the right lane, cruising along. A red Grand Prix, who is in a bigger hurry than me, is coming up in the left lane. There's a car that I am rapidly approaching in the right lane. There is plenty of time to get out before the Grand Prix catches up to us. As I consider signaling I am singing along to..."It's a bitch girl, but it's gone too far"

I thank Daryl and John for reminding me that I am working on being a kinder and better person, I break and patiently wait for the Grand Prix to pass me before resuming my normal speed.

It didn't hurt at all.

I realize that I really need to get my head out of the clouds. I need to move over, not only on the highway, but I need to relinquish the dictatorial control that I attempt to maintain over my entire life.

Not that there is anything wrong with being driven, it's how I got this far in life. but there is also a time to let things go and just allow life to happen. There's a time to let others take control and follow their lead.

It's going to be a tricky balance, but I've got some time to practice.