Yesterday, I had to take my car in for service. I hate taking my car in for service. It breaks my routine–which I’m far too fond of anyway. I knew there was a Starbucks a couple miles down the road and decided to walk. I launched off carrying my mobile office on my shoulder.
It was actually three miles.
I forgot about the middle mile.
As I walked into the Starbucks I assured myself I would call for the shuttle for the return trip. Instead though, when it was time to go, I thought maybe I should walk back. Maybe walking six miles, instead of driving them could remind me of some important life-lessons. Here are a few that came to mind (as I walked):
I am grateful I can walk
Driving is a lot faster than walking
Walking reveals things about the terrain and “place” that driving doesn’t (actually can’t)
I like my car
Maybe I should walk more
I wonder if people are driving by are wondering why I’m walking
Actually, I don’t think people driving by care why I am walking
No one asked if I needed a ride
On my way back, two people were talking and needed to borrow a pen. I gave them a pen. I couldn’t have done that if I was driving.
I never have this many thoughts about life when I’m driving. I wonder why?