The little things

I looked down at my speedometer to see that we were barely doing 30 in a 35 mph zone. I was driving to work and had no patience for inept drivers that couldn't or wouldn't keep up with traffic. I could feel my blood pressure rising as we crawled along. "I wonder what she will do in the 50 mph zone" I thought to myself. As we approached the higher speed zone I began to think about the upcoming passing area but a car separated me from the slower driver making any attempt to pass both dangerous and foolish. As I impatiently scanned the road ahead considering my options, I began to remember that we would soon be passing by the location where J's life took an unfortunate tragic turn. "What the fuck is the matter with me" I muttered to myself. I relaxed my foot on the gas pedal and slumped back in my seat. I am getting better at controlling my anxiety but I still need to work on relaxing and letting the little things go.