Sunday, February 2, 2014

Oh speed, how I love you!

I have to work today.  It’s not a bad thing.  Sunday’s are days I sit at the office alone, drinking my craft beer (yes, I sometimes drink at work in the afternoon but I don’t get drunk - the company I work for provides us beer on occasion), waiting for any number of world-wide clients to tell me their system is down.  Usually Sundays are very slow days and I only have to do this once every ten weeks.  Not a big deal.  Craft beer and I have an agreement to help each other out.

These past few days I’ve been really down so when I get in my car this morning and The Who start to play Baba O’Riley my heart started pumping with the beat of the drums and my mood instantly changed.  As I pulled onto the interstate I felt my car accelerate up on the ramp at the same rate the music began increasing tempo.  My hands were on the steering wheel at 10 and 2; my eyes were directly on the road ahead thanking fate that the Interstate was fairly clear this morning.

My car easily glides up to 90mph as I race up the interstate.  I barely notice the speed of my car as it continues to accelerate and I sink into my chair focusing on the change in my soul.  I feel the sound of the music in my ears washing away the emptiness and replacing it with peace and serenity.  My mind quiets as the tires on the ground are begging to be pushed further and faster.

As I reach 95 (or maybe even 100mph) I realize I need to slow down.  This is not the Autobahn and I could get a ticket.  I roll back the speedometer to 80mph and continue to float up the interstate.  In this moment I am grateful for a sporty car that can take away my troubles and replace it with quiet exhilaration. 


Unfortunately, the journey ends far too soon as I exit the highway a few miles later.  I want this feeling to continue, I want the speed to engulf me and take me to places where my soul can soar free.  I’m not quiet saddened that the drive is over though since this high that replaced the depression will stay with me for some time.  However, the crash may be detrimental later.

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