Traffic Jam

As we sit in downtown Atlanta Rush Hour traffic at noon, I can't help but think this is a lot like life. An entire array of people not going anywhere fast. Time continues to flow forward and all of us just barely inch a little bit closer to our exit. Feels like I've been staring at these red brake lights for a lifetime, when it's really only been a few months. I know that "traffic" is an inevitable part of life, however it just seems like forever sometimes waiting on God's calendar to intersect with the gridlock that is my life. I have to try to keep myself from getting a little bit of roadrage, but it's hard when I can see the luxury cars hopping in and out of the HOV lane when there are no passengers in their vehicle. Hmph. The wealthy cutting corners and taking their percentage off the top is how we got into this mess. I wannabe a drag racer. Hop in a candypainted whip with nitro exhaust and a turbo charged engine. I wanna punch it hard, pedal to the floor hard and live life in the fast lane. Sitting in the passenger of this 4-door mid sized sedan feels like being condemned to the "kids table" at Thanksgiving while I wait for the Driver to heed my raucous complaints. Ugh. Dear God, please help me out this Traffic Jam that is my life.