Something happens in the hearts of most people when they enter the driver's seat of a vehicle, I'm sure of it. Or maybe their heart simply just disappears? Bottom line that on the road, everyone seems like selfish, rude, inpatient assholes. The passenger seat is where my juvenile self was first introduced to words such as "idiot" and "imbecile" as my mother got frustrated with the apparently inadequate drivers surrounding her. Driving is a huge symbolic step in my life, and I do not want to fall into the trap of being an angry driver who honks, passes those going to speed limit, and whips out the middle finger. I am not going to become this driver! OKAY? Okay.

Determination.

P.s. This was a beautiful weekend- back to the grind.