I love to drive. There’s something about it that’s different than any other time during the day. However, there’s a but. That “but” is that I drive too much.
I started to wonder if I was just getting old, because I just wasn’t enjoy my daily hour commute each way to work, or the 45 minutes it takes to get anywhere from our house. I started to think I was becoming old and boring, but then it dawned on me. When I was younger, the time I spent in my car was my only real free time. My “me” time.
As I’ve gotten older, I don’t live at home anymore and my life is my life. Me time isn’t just limited to being in the car.
I’m really looking forward to cutting this commute of mine in less than half. And I’m excited to walk more. One more month.