I have written before about how adaptable I discovered I could be … such as when we moved from Oregon to Texas in early 1984, exposing all of us to a form of culture shock none of us really anticipated.
My adaptability continues to present itself as we have moved from place to place since settling in Texas. We now live in Collin County. I have just taken a temporary part-time job that takes me into downtown Dallas a couple times each week.
I discovered this morning something more about myself. I am actually getting kinda/sorta used to the rush-hour traffic I endure on the drive from Princeton into the Big D.
There’s really only one route I dare take: U.S. Highway 75, aka the Central Expressway. It’s a mess in the morning and in the early evening.
Understand this about the Metroplex: It is home to more than 7 million folks; it contains thousands of miles of multi-lane highway that take motor vehicle traffic in every direction imaginable. However, U.S. 75 is a major artery that requires many thousands of us to drive on it north-south into downtown Dallas.
I get slowed down frequently on my morning commute. Sometimes I am forced to stop. I used to grumble out loud when I saw the brake lights flash ahead of me; I no longer grumble, because it’s part of the task of getting to work.
It’s the adaptability, man! I am learning to just go with the flow. If I am late, I’m late. Ain’t nothin’ I can do about it.