There you are, clipping along life's highway thinking you've got it all under control. Full gas tank, good air flow, the perfect collection of tunes to accompany the beautiful blur of the landscape you're passing on by. The road is yours....... no one else in sight for miles. Freedom never feels more alive than an open road with yellow dashes of collective anticipation. Sing away! Drive on! Motion forward..... Life seems so manageable...... so optimistic.
Far away, in the rear view mirror, you see a large lumbering vehicle coming up over the lip of the hill you've just driven along........ gaining ground.
All of a sudden, you're struck by the force of reality, even though you distinctly remember firmly tucking it into the hamper, wedging it between "resolution" and "to be dealt with some other time." This reality seems to have creeped up from behind without you knowing until its too late, like an oversized transport carrying familiar cargo. Before you know it, this heavily loaded menace is sitting right on your ass demanding your attention, belching out exhaust stink while gearing down so loudly it drowns out the music and pollutes the airflow.
Caught again........... and you thought it was going to be a carefree kind of journey.
There's no way to ignore it. All internal systems move into alert mode. Emotions rise to flood stage with a rapid force, pushing the adrenaline to kick start a temporary sharpness of the mind. All you can do is pray that the rancourous vibration of the internal air horn doesn't bellow its shuddering baritone sound.
Or, you can pull over to let it pass on by............ let the load pass on by. While you're at it, turn off the car, get out and breathe. Can you smell the fresh mown grass? Can you see the clouddrifts. Can you feel the lowering heartbeat? Can you hear the voice inside you again remind you that it will pass? It always does...... But sweet Jesus, it can be so loud and obnoxious and downright frightening while you're sitting in the middle of the cacophony of anxiety.
ps. no moving vehicles were tortured while taking this photo. I was sitting still, as was the truck while we waiting for our turn to be escorted through a construction site on the highway. He actually waved at me knowing I was taking photos. :)