Driving

I had a longer than usual commute to work this morning because of a snow storm.  I love to drive because it represents freedom, adulthood, choices, and yes...escape.  Who hasn't wanted to escape at one time or another?  Knowing that you car is parked outside with a tank full of gas and in a matter of hours you could be gone. 

Not that I'd ever leave my family, but it's handy to have that kind of access if you are at a bad party, at a job you'd like to leave or a meeting that's headed south. 

Driving to work is one of the only places I'm alone.  I actually work alone, but I am subject to a ringing phone, constant emails and faxes.  In the car, it's just me alone with my thoughts.  That can be good or that can be bad depending on the thoughts involved.  Driving is my meditation.