Monday, September 27, 2010
Last night, I was driving through a particularly angry thunderstorm. With the rain, fog, and traffic, the only things that made it bearable were "my perfect for driving" iPod playlist, warm cup of green tea, and restless mind.
During one turbulent stretch, I began to panick because I was having trouble seeing anything. The cars around me were were nothing more than a bundle of hazy lights. The rain kept beating down on the windshield, threating to get worse. Of course, I was also thinking about some of the goals and relationships I had as a girl. It seems that the older we get, the more jaded we become, almost as though time coats us with a sticky layer of cynicism. We dismiss dreams as being "too idealistic" or "unrealistic" and instead of allowing our highest potential to shape us, we mold it.
With my rambling thoughts, I realized that I forgot to press the "defogger" button. Something so simple but still forgotten. Within seconds, the fog lifted and everything became clearer. The weather calmed down and the traffic was not as bad as I thought it was. Ah ha, I thought. What a great metaphor!
Every once in a while, when I am becoming doubtful, negative, or pessimistic, I should press that internal defogger and regain some clarity. It can be too easy to allow time and a handful of negative experiences to pollute our lenses but maybe it is also up to us to routinely defog and whisk away the condensation.