I started a new job a couple weeks ago, and as usually happens shortly after you become accustomed to a new route, I'm on "unreliable automatic" when it comes to my commute: comfortable enough that I don't have to concentrate heavily on where and which way to turn, but unpracticed enough that it's dangerous for me to entirely zone out. This morning, zone out I did. I've had a lot on my mind lately. The open road and the promise of a commute that's routinely over an hour gave me perfect motivation to focus on my worries, not on my direction.
And then the beauty of the sun in the sky overtook my worries and left me agape, mesmerized, uplifted.
I love the long days of summer. I wake with the morning's first light, and 5:00 a.m. in late June is my favorite time of day. I love that the sun is high in the sky by mid-morning and remains high in the sky until long after the work day is done.
As the sun captured my full attention, I rushed to take a picture. (I'm not proud to admit this. Do as I say, not as I do: Don't pull out your camera phone while driving.)
The clouds. The landscape. The sun shining through it all.
Sometimes I just feel so blessed to be here. And by "here," I mean Earth. What an amazing planet and a fascinating galaxy in which we live.
There is only one problem.
I work 40 miles west of where I live.
Once it dawned on me (no pun intended) that seeing this gorgeous sun meant I was traveling east, I exited the freeway and prepared to turn around. I realized that I would be late to work, as I was now an hour and a half away from my office with an extra traffic jam to endure on the way.
But I couldn't be mad or frustrated with myself. I received the tremendous gift of an incredible view this morning, a view I would have missed had I gone the right way and arrived at work on time.
I am slowly realizing that my outlook on life is pretty analogous. We make decisions or sometimes take certain paths out of sheer necessity, and these decisions and paths sometimes take us to places where we didn't think we'd be. I'm not going to tell you that bad decisions don't have bad consequences or that every path is lined with purple perennial blossoms. But in everything, there is something good. Whether you look this way or that way, whether life forcibly pulls you one way or the other - in every direction, all around us, there is good.
I believe it wholeheartedly.
I'm so glad for the wrong turn this morning and for seeing the sun as it was 8 minutes and 20 seconds before it reached my eyes.