A few weeks ago, Chloe and I were driving to see the D.C. cherry blossoms, stuck in traffic. She piped up, “Mom, it’s great that there is traffic. It gives us time to relax.”
She was right. Even on a Saturday, we had been racing from one activity to another with little downtime. This comment helped me notice that even when viewed in traffic, D.C. was beautiful. The two of us started pointing out all the cherry blossoms we saw on our route.
Since then, I’ve been savoring my morning commute. It’s ‘me time.’ I can think, sing, learn, and catch-up with friends before the hecticness of the workday kicks in.