Traffic Tales Wednesday

I am constantly reminded and often times amazed at how traffic reflects social relationships in our life

I am headed south on Capital of Texas Highway and traffic is heavier than normal. In situations where traffic is heavier than normal, you get your wide variety of crazy drivers.

It's comical really that this yuppie woman believes that by speeding up, cutting over quickly, cutting people off and then flipping people off will somehow make the traffic magically open up down the road somewhere and allow her to pass carefree and quickly through the congestion.'''

Life mirrors these traffic tales moments. In life, there will be obstacles, many obstacles. Sometimes the obstacles are just bad drivers. Other times, the obstacles are other things, minor or major.

There are the people trying to get into the lane of traffic, people trying to turn out of the lane of traffic. There are bicyclists and road construction and people trying to get to school and busloads of children. It sounds very familiar because that is what life is all about; it's the constant ebb and flow of social interactions; and in order to navigate successfully we must really be aware of what it is we're navigating through. Also you must be very aware of where we are going, and this includes any detour we might need to make.

Isn't it interesting that you can tell the people in life who are not good planners because they are not good drivers? Just like people who have no idea where they're going in their life tend to plow through relationships without regard to who they may offend or injure?

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