Here’s what I’ve noticed since I stopped speeding (besides that it takes longer to go anywhere).
- I want to speed when I’m bored, anxious and late (see anxious).
- It’s incredibly easy to stop paying attention to my body when driving.
- I want whole sections of my trip to disappear especially the local bits.
- I’m uncomfortable being that lady who is driving the limit. You know, the one with the line of cars behind her.
- This reminds me of when I stopped smoking. Issues reveal themselves when their cover is blown. Issues like caring about what other people think of me. People I don’t even know. People in other cars!
- I don’t like limits. Speed or otherwise.
- It’s a practice: noticing, pulling myself into the present when I want to check out by speeding through it.
- Would I have noticed any of this without Officer Kelly?
I’d love to hear from you about unexpected gurus or patterns that burst out of the shadows. Surprise! Or, you could notice how a limit helped you find out something about yourself. Or not.
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