On the Bright Side

My car has become one of my sacred places. The 45 minute commute to work each day has become something I genuinely look forward to. This has admittedly been enhanced since the days of schlepping the kids to and from school ended, nonetheless, it is sacred space.  Most people I talk to, even in suburban Florida, find commuting back and forth to work a major an inconvenience. It’s one of the strange things my husband and I ‘argue’ (in the loosest sense of the word) about. For example, I would sooner complain about actually having to work than about the commute. And when I dream aloud about how nice it would be to live on my own schedule and not have to be anywhere for 8 hours a day my husband takes this as his I’m-a-guy-I-fix-things cue suggesting that they only thing awful about having to work is traveling to work, offering all kinds of easy solutions like, just find another job closer to home. He is positive that if I didn’t have the 90 minute commute each day, working wouldn’...