Square Peg ● Round Hole







I keep hearing all the warnings about being a distracted driver and how texting, chatting on the phone, etc, are such an issue.  Honestly, I don’t know if we have just gotten to be worse at the skill of operating a vehicle or perhaps, lapsed in the ability to multi tasking.  Seriously, I remember a time where women put on their makeup and men gorged on their meals all while driving without putting others at risk.  Okay, well, maybe they did, but it wasn’t all over the news as it is today.

My personal issue doesn’t lie with texting, but instead driving under the influence of my own thoughts.  Trust me when I say that they are probably more dangerous than texting.  Yet, there are times I pull into my driveway or another destination and am curious how I got there.   Then I get alarmed, thank God that he had my back, and tell myself that can never happen again.  Of course, it does.  I am human after all, so my mind will wander into parts unknown unless I focus on being present.

Being present is a skill all in itself.    Wrapped in my thoughts, I am a danger to society.  And it isn’t just driving, I can be doing a multitude of tasks, and because I am distracted by my own drunken thinking, forget what I am doing or why I walked into a room.  The struggle is real and my only objective is to keep bringing my thoughts back to the now.  It is a skill, my friends, and something I apparently am lacking.    So, I have to remind myself over and over again…….stay in the present.  But, my mind is like a drunk toddler who keeps running away.    It is constant battle.   Apparently I have a self-driving car without paying for it.