As I sat there in traffic, stopped on the highway, I found peace. It’s a usual occurrence (being stopped on the highway, not peace). The commute is a regular occurrence each day – twice in fact. I have gotten used to the drive now. If it is possible to get use to a commute… It is still frustrating to be going zero on the highway, though. I like to tell people, “Highways are meant for driving not sitting.” I then go into a justification for it being ok to be frustrated.
Back to finding peace on the highway. As I found myself on the Kennedy trying (like everyone else it seemed) to get back into Chicago, I was stopped by the toll-way near the airport. The Kennedy must happen to be a perfect line-up for Boeing Airplanes landing at O’Hare. Everyday as I sit in traffic - just like a kid at the airport watching airplanes land - I sit there and watch as a few airplanes descend on the tarmac of O’Hare. It was great just to watch the airplanes come out of nowhere. And for that section of the highway I barely noticed that I was crawling into Chicago.
Another blistering thought is that everyone around me has places to go just like myself. I’m not the only one on the highway as I sit in my bubble car. Some people are going home to their families. Some are going downtown, maybe for the first time. Others are passing by, just trying to get through what is – Chicago.
In the midst of frustration and stress I found peace. The trip home is not always pleasant. But sometimes I just look up into the sky and I find a big Boeing flying over me.
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