I got a speeding ticket. Not even one year out of the gates and I got a speeding ticket. Oh my God. In my defense it was a speed trap on the descending portion of a hill right after a speed limit change but still. Bam.
Now I am several hundreds of dollars poorer and I don’t speed. Not ever. If it’s 35mph on a four lane road that is completely and painfully open, I go 35pmh. If it’s 65mph on the interstate and cars are blowing past me, I hold my spot in the right most lane and dawdle along at what is actually an insane speed. School zones, go ahead and ride my ass, I am going 25mph while I obsessively scan for children. And I will break for squirrels.
In a weird way, I am grateful for this ticket. It gave me permission to calm down and just go the posted speed limit. I think life hands us speeding tickets all the time: illnesses, setbacks, moldy bread we were planning on eating....anything that generally makes our plans going awry. These are reminders that it is okay to slow down and enjoy the drive. And if we can't enjoy it, then at least we can get through it with a few less splattered insects on our actual and metaphorical windshields.