Yesterday, I had to take my car in for service. I hate taking my car in for service. It breaks my routine–which I’m far too fond of anyway. I knew there was a Starbucks a couple miles down the road and decided to walk. I launched off carrying my mobile office on my shoulder.

It was actually three miles. 

I forgot about the middle mile.

As I walked into the Starbucks I assured myself I would call for the shuttle for the return trip. Instead though, when it was time to go, I thought maybe I should walk back. Maybe walking six miles, instead of driving them could remind me of some important life-lessons. Here are a few that came to mind (as I walked):

I am grateful I can walk

Driving is a lot faster than walking

Walking reveals things about the terrain and “place” that driving doesn’t (actually can’t)

I like my car

Maybe I should walk more

I wonder if people are driving by are wondering why I’m walking

Actually, I don’t think people driving by care why I am walking

No one asked if I needed a ride

On my way back, two people were talking and needed to borrow a pen. I gave them a pen. I couldn’t have done that if I was driving.

I never have this many thoughts about life when I’m driving. I wonder why?