That’s not far off from what my morning commute feels like sometimes. And it’s not just I-24. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter what route I take, because I will most likely end up staring at the tail lights of the car in front of me.

Thankfully, I have Audible. Yes, that is a shameless plug, but it’s also the truth. If I didn’t have audio books or some kind of music, I’d lose what little I have left of my ever-loving mind. I’d lose my religion (as we say in the South) in a heartbeat.

I think traffic is just another of God’s reminders that I am not in control. As much as I want to plan my day and have it always go my way, slow traffic reminds me that I can’t and it won’t.

Basically, traffic keeps me humble. That and my hair on a particularly hot and humid day. But that’s another story for another (and hopefully cooler) day.