The Drive Home

My drive home takes about twenty minutes. Thirty if the traffic is bad. And it is so Plymouth County. Turkeys. Cranberry Bogs. Heck, I've had lunch within spitting distance of the Mayflower replica. Quaint New England vistas, the autumn leaves changing colors, the Cape Cod houses beside the shore.

On the way to work I always listen to 94.1's news at 7:20am. Then sometimes to either NPR or Howard Stern. But it has to be talk radio. I can't listen to music on the drive to work. I've got to clear my mind, enter this almost zen state. I'm in the drive. I'm in the moment of driving my car. I enjoy each second before I get to work.

You know, take my mind off the 9 or so hours of work.

It isn't that I hate work. I actually find it really interesting. It is just that it can be stressful at times, I don't want to fuck anything up and disapoint my coworkers, my boss. . .At work I can feel so self confident at time, I know the answers to the questions off the top of my head, I can troubleshoot what is wrong and figure it out. Other times I'm blindsided and don't know what the hell is going on. Either I know what is going on or I'm totally out of the loop. It is that totally out of the look that messes with me.

So I clear my mind and try not to think about it either way or the other. Just enjoy the moment.