I have road rage. I've had it since I was 16. Sometimes I'm a little better than other times. I'm working very hard to handle life's balls of crap with grace. (I think that statement would make my mother proud...) And have decided that I should practice that grace even if no one can hear me...specifically in my car!
Have you read our next chapter? It's about competition. So I've started reading and it struck me as I sped (just a little) this morning to keep a car out of my blind spot....and just BEHIND me that I am so guilty of ridiculous meaningless stupid competition!
So today, I let her pass.
That's her (or him....I really don't know which) topping the hill in front of me.
I realized that I am in fact NOT Lightning McQueen or Ricky Bobby. I don't want to go fast. I am not speed. I am a mother, commuting to work safely so I can pick up my sweet babies from school. And for once, as she passed me, I didn't wish she got a ticket. I actually thought, maybe she really has somewhere to be. Maybe it's not all about me!
Gracefully full of it (for today at least),
Tiff
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Umm, I really needed to read this one. I have road rage bad...had it just this morning. Thanks for the perspective :)
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