I drive just about every day from the Hollywood (101) to the Harbor Freeway (110). It’s a drag, and not just because of the traffic, I have to cross four lanes to merge from the freeway and then a couple of yards later, I have to move five more lanes right to my exit.
But the other day I realized, gee, I don’t really have to move any lanes. If I just stay to the right the whole time I can slip into my exit, which comes up about a quarter mile on the 110 anyway. It was a revelation.
And now I think about that freeway merger sometimes and how it applies to my life. Maybe some obstacles aren’t really obstacles after all. Sometimes, the things we put in our way are self-imposed. For me, that means I need to stop thinking I need to be successful to be happy. I am happy because I’m happy. I have to be myself, stay in my lane, and maybe I’ll make it on time after all.
Anyway, complicated travel plans aren’t always the best. If I think I need to win this contest, find this agent, and then make that movie before I’m thirty, I am going to end up with a heart attack at thirty-one. Either that or I’ll find myself working on Beethoven IV or Land Before Time XVIII. Goals are important, but they can get in the way of the real work of self-discovery. Instead, I need to find the opportunities that are meaningful to me, the kind that don’t involve mad dashes through traffic.
In other news, I think I’ve been spending too much time on the freeway…