Yesterday I drove from Buffalo, NY to Philadelphia, PA.
The drive was supposed to take six hours. But, because of weather, it took close to eleven.
That’s not only a lot of time to be driving, but it’s a lot of time to be with yourself.
And what I kept telling myself is that it was as good of a time as any to enjoy just being… and that being in Philadelphia wasn’t a better place to be than wherever I was on the road.
So I kept the music on loud… held a steady presence focused on the elements on the road… and tried to relax into my mind.
Sometimes singing came up… sometimes it was dancing… and sometimes it was inner work type thoughts. I welcomed it all. I fought none of it. And I arrived right when I was supposed to.