Driving

I used to enjoy driving so much.  I used to want to drive everywhere. Well, I still partly do enjoy driving that much, but it is important to know where. If I am driving about 2-3 hours per day everyday, because I have to, it kind of takes the enjoyment out of the equation. If I decide I want to drive up the coast from Los Angeles all the way to San Francisco, leave early in the morning with nothing but my coffee and some good music, now that is enjoyable. In fact, I have been driving so much this week, not just driving but driving in the sense that I have to be somewhere at a certain time, racing against time, racing against the traffic, racing against my fatigue, racing against it all.

I used to think people just complain too much. They have cars; all they have to do is get in their car and hit the gas pedal. I used to commute for about 2-3 hours a day when I was living in New York, but by bus and subway. BIG DIFFERENCE! I’m writing sporadically here. I guess all I wanted to share is, perhaps I don’t enjoy driving as much as I used to. More importantly, perhaps, I need to stop judging people!