I took the backroads home from work today. Normally, I don't do backroads—I'm a speeding type of gal. But today, I just wasn't in the mood for frantic freeway traveling. Going 45 mph suited me to a tee. And the stop lights didn't bother me one iota.
Instead of pounding the steering wheel and honking at slow movers in front of me—like I'm sometimes known to do—I took some cleansing breaths, laid my head back and hummed a happy tune. I don't know. Maybe I'm maturing in my old age.
At any rate, I got home all mellowed and mild, calm and collected. I think I'll take the backroads again tomorrow. The tranquil woman in the driver's seat is growing on me. ♦