Hubbie doesn’t like it when I work late.
I can’t blame him. It takes me away from him, baby girl, and their bedtime routines… and when I have to pull away from them in the driveway, waving to their sweet faces and knowing I won’t see them again ’til the next day… it’s hard.
A couple of little things make it ok though.
Very few things I might add. Like the obvious one – starting work late, means I get up late, right?
Right. Plus one point.
The other point is dependent on the season, as it occurs only in Summer, and is a little game I play on hot nights…
And no, I ain’t acting like no Fast and The Furious character as I head on home.
But I am using the freeways.
But you should really make sure there are no cars around.
You are scratching your head, aren’t you?
You’ll never guess, which is why I am here to tell you.
I love throwing my hand out of the window.
It might sound super simple and not very unique at all, but trust me, it’s all in the way you do it.
Take tonight for example. It was warm, not just after a hot day, but what has been an uncharacteristic spate of hot days.
I saw the signs. I was ready.
At 100 kms/h. Not 80, it just won’t do. There isn’t enough force and pull action.
I put my hand out the window, which was all the way down.
I held it at a steady angle as the wind pushed against it. I resisted the force of the wind ever so slightly – sometimes instead of keeping it there, I slowly push my hand forward against the wind tunnel blowing into it –
And then suddenly, I let my hand go slack.
As I relaxed it, it flew back with the force of the wind…
And then I did it all over again.
I know, you think I am crazy. It’s something I would suggest you don’t do when there are other cars around! And you can just as easily do it as a passenger. At my usual pre-midnight hour when I am driving home from a late shift, there are almost no other cars around.
Just me and my car, and a hand wildly flapping out the window.
I find something truly calming about surrendering yourself to Mother Nature, holding your hand up to fight it, but then abruptly, letting go.
Letting go of thoughts.
Letting go of stresses.
Letting go of control.
Letting go of the unseen forces in life.
Completely surrendering to the process around us.
And flowing with the wind, as it were… at 100 kilometres an hour.
Hot night and all, you’ll draw your hand back into the car chilled to a crisp.
But you will feel refreshed. You will feel alive.
You will have gained more than just a point 😉
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