Yesterday I was driving down my suburban street and along the way was posted one of those silly radar thingy's. Now, I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but does anyone really remain at that posted speed after they pass it? This is what I do, I slow down then speed up, slow down then speed up, just to play with the thing. Our speed limit on our street is 30 mph, so I will go 15 mph then 29 mph and watch the silly thing try to keep up with my speed. Then after I pass it I go the speed that should be posted on our street and that is 35 mph.
You might be asking yourself right now exactly why someone would do that, or does she have anything better to do? The answer to the second question is.....no, I don't have anything better to do. Do you? I mean after all you're just driving down the road, what else could you be doing? I guess you could be fidgeting with your radio or talking incessantly on your cell phone, or you could be one of those drivers that obeys every traffic law. People are funny when you watch them in their cars. Some are very solemn with their hands at 10:00 and 2:00, some are all over the place and you would swear that they are on Mars rather than driving down the road, and some are having the time of their lives singing along with the radio. Those are the best ones, I love it when I look over and see those rays of sunshine. They are just singing their little hearts out and in their world they are Grammy winning singers on stage singing to an audience of 25,000 roaring, clapping fans. Those people make me smile! Although they may not be able to carry a tune in a paper bag, they don't care, they sing nonetheless. It reminds me of that Martina McBride song "Anyway".
So many times we only sing or dream or build or pray , when we think we are going to see a result from it. How sad! Life is too short to expect a return on everything you do! Those that sing in their cars are singing for their own pleasure and they receive an unexpected return by giving me a little giggle and smile. I smile not at them, but at the joy that they are experiencing. Besides, I always hope that when people catch me singing (croaking) in my car that they will smile and know that I am either having a blast or using music as therapy.
I guess as I use up my allotted years in the lifespan gifted to me, I am learning to take things less seriously. I wish I had gotten that lesson a long time ago. But, then again I hate wishing for my past to change. All of those experiences in my past are represented by the laugh lines on my face, the various scars on my knees, the little dents in my heart and the memories that I treasure so dearly in my mind. I guess I don't want any of them to go away.
Hmmm, radar thingy's to deep thoughts. Don't know how I got there, but it was fun.
Martina McBride "Anyway"
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