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My Driving Problem

I'm not a huge fan of driving. I know some people like the open roads and could spend hours going absolutely no where. Some like to roll the windows all the way down and feel the rushing wind speed through an open car. Some like to show off how well they can drive by making it look supremely easy, driving with one hand on the steering wheel and having a look of absolute relaxation on their faces. Some people use driving as a way to clear their heads, thinking about anything and everything on long road trips. However, I am not one of those people.

I see driving as a necessity to get me from one place to another. I would always rather someone else drive on trips longer than an hour than me. I always get out of the car after driving a substantial distance with cramped legs, a sore lower back and butt, and a craving to give my body some exercise. I also start getting sleepy on lengthy trips, which is obviously a problem. The endless scene of landscapes and cars as well as the gentle bumps in the road tend to lull me a bit. Yet I also feel like I'm always on my guard when I'm driving and can never reach that state of relaxation others are able to reach while behind the wheel. Maybe that's why I am so tired after longer trips. I know I'm a pretty decent driver (I always follow the laws of the road and try to drive defensively), but I simply don't love it like some people do.

Is this a problem? Possibly. Cars are pretty much a necessity in Texas. I am trying ever so slowly to get over my dislike of driving long distances. I have been plugging my iPhone into my car radio and playing some great music. No one can hear me when I'm singing in my car, so I belt it out as loud as I can! I also have started use my lonely drives as times to talk to God. He is the best listener there is, so why not use any opportunity I have to talk to my Father? And you know what? It's surprising how much talking out loud to God helps me make sense of my world.

So, I'm slowly starting to not mind driving quite so much. Singing at the top of my lungs and talking to God keep me entertained and awake! Who knows, mlaybe soon, I'll be like those people who go on drives with no where to go.

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