This morning, as I was driving to school, I realized, for once I wasn’t speeding.
I have the tendency to do that, speed, rush to get to where I’m going. Not because I’m running late, but because I just want to be there.
But this morning, I felt a peace, because I wasn’t concerned with getting to my destination. I wasn’t even thinking about it.
I was just in the car.
Enjoying the ride.
This made me think about my life. The things I am so eager to get to and I don’t allow myself to “just be in the car”, cherish process, enjoy the ride.
I realized this morning, how fast or slow I drive doesn’t change my destination. It may effect how fast I get there, but what good is arriving with an anxious heart?
I’d much rather arrive at peace, enjoying the view on the way.