My route to work is a good forty minutes every morning. And you know what? I actually don’t mind it. I enjoy the time to myself to blast music, listen to sports radio, and even talk to God. This is especially true when it’s nice out. I actually hate driving when it’s just drizzling, let alone pouring or snowing. This is clearly something I have to get over as I can’t really control the weather.
But it’s mornings like today where driving sometimes turns me into a, as Buddy the Elf would say, ‘cotton-headed ninny muggins.’ This is the case when there is traffic…for NO reason. It took me well over an hour to get to work today. There were no accidents; not even a pulled over car. There was nothing. Why, oh why then am I not moving? It literally boggles my mind.
It’s mornings like this that test my patience. Obviously I don’t have any and I think God is laughing when He watches it unfold. I think He likes to see me squirm during pretty nontrivial things. I always find myself in a ‘woe is me’ attitude when, I don’t know, several thousand other people are in the same predicament. ‘Shut up, Karen’ I tell myself. ‘You’re not the most important person on Route 287. Get over yourself and wait like everybody else.’ Ouch. If that’s my own conscience, I wonder what God is thinking?!
No matter how many times one may hit traffic in their life, I think every time is a learning experience. At least it is for me. I learn new things about myself. I learn how human I am in my thought process and how ugly we can be when things don’t go our way. I love learning this about myself, though, because I know everyone else is the same. We are all faulty; all broken. It actually makes me cling to God more knowing I really CAN’T do this on my own. I can’t even get through traffic, for crying out loud.
It just shows me, personally, how much I need God. And I’m okay with that. I don’t want to do this on my own. I don’t want to figure out everything all by myself. That would actually be horrifying. Maybe that’s just me, but I like to have a little guidance. I like to be told when I’m being a ‘cotton-headed ninny muggins.’ It makes me a better person.
And who doesn’t want to be a better person?? … Eh, I know a couple people. =)