Slow Lane
As I drive the highway I realize that I am not anxious as I see cars flying past me dangerously in a rush.
I reflect on my destination and all that I have to do today and realize there no urgency so I can stay in the slow lane.
I can't remember the last time I felt this way? Just slowly on my way driving feeling sorry for those cars that are in such a hurry.
I know how it feels to live on a watch, from here to there and it feels like it will never stop.
But today, this day I am on the highway driving in the slow lane.
No worries, just getting from point A to B safely.
Hey look at me I am driving the highway in the slow lane and my hair is not blue, I am not retired or with nothing at all to do but yet and still I am driving in the slow lane, it's such a thrill!
Relaxed and listening to melodic tunes really seeing and enjoying the views in the slow lane.
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