Straight

Straight. 

Clear. Direct. Unimpeded. True. Normal. Sometimes things just go right. In this case, leaving late for work got me a clear path to Trenton, fast and straight. And I don’t mean a straight line, I mean that nobody got in my way as I drove to work. The straight line in was not a harbinger of the rest of the day, but starting the day off in a good way, with a clear mind, sets the tone for a good day, to settle problems, to find solutions, to make headway in difficult tasks. These are the days that make my 53 mile commute not so bad. And these are the days that turn my not-so-bad commute into a productive day, a work day worth driving to. More straight days mean more work is done well. But even the not-so-straight days can have hints of true, of normal, of direct. And that makes my drive bearable most of the time. Now, if only I could manage my drives on the golf course this way.