rushing to a red light
"forget the urgency, hurry up and wait"
Sometimes I know This isn't the time or the season But I still cramcramcramcramcram as much speed as I can Pedal the metal! only to SLAM on the brakes and I mean SLAM on the breaks and I hate it.
Avoid the gaze of the person next me- I don't want to see them- who went at a more reasonable pace than me; them-- who I pretended I was in a race with who I raced around in irritation only to be neck and neck at a dead stop at a perpetual pause undetermined by me. Why does it seem like everyone else gets to go first?
For everything there is a season and since I don't get to my destination any faster by trying to floor it I might as well follow the speed limit protect myself my marriage my kids my peace ha! even the pedestrians lest they question who licensed this woman to drive before her time avoid road rage avoidspeedcomparison traps soak in the scenery forget the urgency I hurry up and wait. My time will come.
Dang, Ashley, I LOVE this. "Who licensed this woman to drive before her time" made me laugh out loud because I've been there! And I loved your image of following the speed limit with your family, peace, marriage. So good.
This really captures the feelings of racing to the next thing and looking around at where everyone else is in “the race” of life, yet everything happens in its time so we can’t actually rush ahead. Very beautifully written!