intervening

I have not been looking forward to transitioning from a seven minute commute to one that takes up the better part of an hour. Traffic tends to be light at six in the morning, but there are a lot of miles to cover. People tend to be disparaging about the long haul I have elected, but I don’t think it has to be a dead space. I’m finding that the mandatory pause between work and home has the potential to be a time of intention, rather than a waste of minutes. I want to find a way to preserve this space, and make something of the protected time instead of falling into the easy habit of turning to the radio, podcasts and phone calls to fill it in. On the days I succeed, I tend to arrive home more focused and ready to embrace being there, rather than just collapsing. On the days I don’t, I tend to feel frenetic and unfocused walking in the door and that energy doesn’t seem dissipate readily. Time will tell if I can make something of this protected pocket of my day.