Driving [#141224]

14/12/24

I moved the typewriter next to the window. I wonder if it being in a new place will help with the writing? The desk is much higher so already my arms are in a different position. I won't know until I've typed a few pages whether or not it is better or worse or much the same.

I was thinking how much I like driving when it's quiet on the roads. It was very quiet on the roads this morning. Only a few cars, all the lights seemed to beam green as I approached them and I made it here in about 20 minutes, which is a good run.

Driving keeps my mind just busy enough so that it is not bothered by all the usual things that seem to bother me on the daily. It is a 21st century mindfulness practice. Funnily enough, so is being stuck in traffic. It's a different kind of practice but one that can be utilised all the same.

If I'm honest I avoid the busy times. I have the luxury to do so. When I am stuck in traffic, I spend that time practising patience, tolerance and I also talk to myself about all the things that are going on for me right now. It's like a lil meeting just for me, to check in with myself and where I am up to.

I used to resent the fact that I didn't have my license, public transport was not only unreliable but also a huge trigger for my using. I'd be sat on a 5 hour MegaBus journey guzzling liquor and in my mind it was something comparable to being handed champagne on a private jet by slim, blonde women with perfect teeth and rouged smiles. I'd be half-cut by the time I arrived and would slink straight into the pub that always adjoined the bus station.

I've come to realise it was probably a good thing I never had a license. I seriously wonder if I would be writing this if that had been the case. I had got one any sooner. All things happen in their own, right time.