Curb check!

I guess things occur to me most while I'm driving because my mind races along with the tires of my car. This morning on the way to my regular spot I remembered when I took my first ever qualifying driver's road test. My very first turn out of the DMV--yes, the beginning of my test--I cut the right too sharp and went right over the curb. I want you to picture the tester in the passenger seat springing a couple inches off the chair as if I had installed hydraulics on my little '84 Camry (I still love ya, girl); and turned them on without warning him...just for kicks.

In that moment I was so tempted to turn right back into the parking lot, stop in front of the DMV and go ahead and let him out, only to be a walker/bike rider for the rest of my life.

Fast forward, as you can tell--or assume, even, if you don't live near me--I didn't let that one curb check mess up my vision of being a driver. I still passed my test. I'm still a driver.

Yesterday I had a BUNCH of curb checks in life. And I just want to encourage you that your curb checks might hurt. It might be you saying the wrong thing. It might be you not saying the right thing. It's okay. Keep driving.

I'm hungry

On Sunday after church I was driving home with a pretty empty stomach.  I hadn't had time to eat breakfast before leaving the house (although I did get some coffee while there, booyah).  So I was pretty hungry while driving home.  And boy if every single restaurant I passed by didn't have a sweet sweet aroma drifting to my delicate nasal passages, I tell you what...

However, I was surprised at how unaffected I was at continuing on my beeline to my refrigerator.  And the parallel to life in general just struck me about halfway there.  Just the thought of my travels to where the real good stuff was; where the price had already been paid for it; and whereby my hunger had become my ally in my efforts to keep my eyes forward and stay focused till I got home.

Don't be afraid to have that hunger.