There was no traffic. Everyone was signaling. I was happy. On the way, I even noticed that I was singing. It was weird because I came to a realization that when I drove, I usually only sing during slow songs and not the fast songs. There happened to be a stalled car on the far right shoulder lane. When the cars began to break to "rubberneck", I became enraged, and I started swearing and cussing to the cars in front of me for slowing down. I even remember pretending that my handbrake was a machine gun and I "shot" all the cars in front of me. What made it worse was that people were cutting left and right back and forth between the two lanes. It was slow, and I just could not believe that they would cut in front of me without some kind of forewarning. How dangerous I thought that to be. When I thought about it, I had not singing for awhile and in fact, had not heard a slow song for a while. Also, the sun was coming in from the left side of the car very brightly. I even started cussing at the sun! I started cussing and swearing worse than ever. But when I think about it, those are all little things that happen to me all the time. Sometimes I do not even get mad at those small incidents. I pondered out loud on why I was so mad. It might have been that I was too busy focusing on the negatives. It was funny but I guess I was not really concentrating on the traffic situation as I should have been doing. What I failed to notice was that the two lanes were merging to avoid the stalled car around the vicinity of Kipapa Gulch. Everyone in the front of me had made their way in and a few cars behind me had already cut into the remaining lane. I was not waiting there very long when a car let me in. By then I was still a little upset at the traffic situation that I failed to thank him. Know what? I told myself that makes me mad...if someone else does not thank me for letting them in. So the realization was a little late, but I still thanked him. That made me feel good. Going to Mililani was now taking me more than forty-five minutes. I was supposed to have met my boyfriend fifteen minutes ago. So I was pretty steaming by the time I actually got to meet my boyfriend. At the end, I noticed that although there was some good times while driving that the bad times outweighed the singing, the thank yous and the happiness that I started out with. It was the negatives--all stemming from the impatience that led me to be this way.

Day 2:

I would have to say that there were tremendous differences. Let's just say that I did not have any shades on the second day and the sun this time was right directly in front of me at 10:00. That's more than enough to say that the attitude that I had taken on the first day had NOTHING to do with the sun. The outlook on each of the days was completely different. On the first day, I had an extremely negative outlook as opposed to the second day. I ended that driving session much more happier and healthier the second day. This was a spiritual lesson in driving, wasn't it, Dr. James?