Do you have a traffic ‘tude? I mean. . .I am a from Jersey and Philly, so it’s no wonder. But I know it’s not just here that we have it. And no, I don’t yell at other drivers, I just talk to them in a sassy manner, they just can’t here me.

I start out with the best of intentions. Lately, I’ve been late often. I can blame the traffic, the people who drive in front of me BELOW the speed limit. Really, I have five kids. C’mon. Sometimes they make me late. Or it’s me. Some say its rude to others to be late.  It can be. I will call and give heads up. I’m usually on time or early though. With business, I am always on time luckily. I don’t take it personally if someone is late. It’s not about me. It’s psychologically analyzed and labeled, but really sometimes I have to change my earrings and then I will get behind someone on our two lane road and they go below the speed limit. I don’t want to injure them or anything. I just want them to get out of my way in that moment. Like me gently tapping on their window. . .”Im not tryin’ to be rude or anything, sir. But you are literally going ten miles under the speed limit and this is so unnecessary. The streets are numbered, so if you are wondering about what number comes next, just count. If you can count to 59, you’re good. There are streets that are not numbered in this town, but you are NOWHERE near them. So could you please just pull over for a second so I can go the speed limit. . .okay five miles over. . .but that’s it. If not, you’re going to make me late. K. Thanks. Love you. Mean it. Like not I want to marry you, but like as a person. Don’t be gettin’ any ideas.” Climbs back up into my minivan (yes up, cause I’m a shortie), music on, and zoom I go. Oh, I would so love to do that!

But really my traffic ‘tude comes from getting mad at my late predicament. I don’t want my kids waiting (not that I haven’t waited outside of a practice because the teacher is not paying attention to the time, its not my kid’s fault) or I don’t want the people wherever I am late to, to be annoyed with me. Actually, I don’t even worry about that anymore…hallelujah! If someone is mad at me, I don’t have control over that. I’ve been on time or early and I have gotten a receptionist in a bad mood. Usually I smile, talk kindly to them, and I always get a smile. I realize it all comes to time management, being present in the moment, and not giving any energy to things I can’t change. I may keep a lil’ fire in me, which makes me human and still spiritual. I don’t do spiritual perfectionism. I bless all the drivers, even the slow ones who drive in front of me.

Don’t waste time on anything you don’t want to feel today.  It’s the Full Moon, a great time to let go of what no longer serves your highest good.  This moon is called the Strawberry Moon, Honey Moon, or Rose Moon. Coincidentally, my little sister is on her honeymoon.   You do not want to see my sister Liz’s traffic ‘tude.  She’d make a good NASCAR driver.  I love you, sizzler!  (But watch out, peeps. LOL!  So not kidding!)