Driving. I feel the steering wheel securely in my palms. Controlled, focused; how ever driver should be. Although this crochet wheel cover does make my grip feel less firm.
I am well navigated.
I am on the right path, it will take me where I need to go. Wait..
“Will it though?”
Now I’m scared; shoot does this way look right? Gosh maybe I should go right at this light.
Shucks, it was the road I was on before. Now I gotta make a U-turn, get back to where I was.
Back on the right road. I know where I’m headed. I’ll get there soon. Hold on..
“This way has a lot of traffic.”
Gosh this is definitely going to take a while. Maybe I can find a short cut? Ah look if I cut through this neighborhood it might be shorter.
Dang it, I’m so lost in these windy neighbor streets; it all just looks the same. It’s going to take me so long to get back to the right road.
Ah its okay, I just need to get where I’m going. Wait a minute..
“wHere arE you eVen gOing??”
Where am I going?? How do I get there??
Gosh it feels so far away, and theres so much road, so many places to get lost. I wish I could just be there. Why can’t I just figure it out? Why aren’t I there? What If I’m doing something wrong? Will I ever-
Hey wait.
It’s such a beautiful day out.
Sticking my hand out the window, I feel the warm breeze against my palm. But the AC in my 1998 Honda Civic keeps me from sweating in the summer heat. The blue sky complements the greenery of the trees, as if an artist had meticulously compiled this pallet of colors. Gosh to think I was so worried about my path I almost missed it. Suddenly a longer drive doesn’t seem too bad. With my grip loose on the wheel, my car almost feels to be driving itself.
Cars drive past mine, of all shapes and colors, all going in different directions, but I know where I’m headed. I don’t know what lies before me, but I feel confident I am on the Right Road. And every time I stray away, I’ll always be able to get back.
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