Each workday morning I drive the same route and since it takes me close to an hour to make my way into Charlotte during rush hour, I try to make it as enjoyable a process as I can.
That advice came from SM who, after hearing a litany of reasons why I hated my drive time, looked at me like I was an idget and said ...
"Unless you quit your job, there's nothing you can do about it. Do you want to spend each and every day pissed off and crabby or do you want to accept what you can't change and start to enjoy yourself?"
Since being a total crabby patty is not something I aspire to, I've tried to pay attention to what's around me and enjoy my drive time a little more.
I listen to the morning drive funnies and switch to music when the ads come on. I look around me and admire houses and cows and construction guys and signs on trucks and bumper stickers and...Well, you get the idea.
About halfway in, I crack open my morning can of Mt Dew (diet).
Ah, Bliss! That first sip! Nectar of the Gods!
Drink it too soon in my drive and The Universe will guarantee that they'll be a wreck that will cause an additional delay which will cause my bladder great distress. @;) So timing is everything.
One thing I've noticed though is that for all the jerks and idiots on the road, there's also some very kind, mannerly folks too who will pause and wave you in when you're trying to merge with on coming traffic.
I always wave a "Thank You" to them and try to be as kind to the next person whom I come across.
I'm sure that my good attitude will last until the next near death incident I experience.
Until then, Toodles!