So, I'm not unaware of my friends and colleagues' fond(?) ridicule: "Don't ride with Myra if you want to get there in a hurry!"
No, I'm not a particularly slow driver. Avoiding the interstate is a conscious decision to arrive at my workplace in a good mood ~ stress-LESS and untroubled by the jostling, defensive posture that permeates I-10's morning rush.
Somedays, the hour-long drive seems a blessing: Plenty of "me" time to energize -- or, at day's end, to decompress.
Right brain, left brain .... ReeeeeeVERSE!
The first 20 miles or so, there's but a smattering of vehicles, several empty miles between stop signs. Not much thought process required.
Ah, but that final stretch? You know, when all systems go on alert for the dreaded "Type A" -- that motorist who darts here n' there, in and out of traffic lanes like a hummingbird on crack.
Ya, I still "sweat the small stuff." But, once in a while, Life presents an opportunity to smile............