Perspective

I looked down at my speedometer to see that we were barely doing 30 in a 35 mph zone.  I was enroute 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 zone but a car separated me from the slower driver making any attempt to pass both dangerous and foolish.  As I 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.