Cruisin'

Yesterday was the perfect summer day. Highs in the low 70s, sunny & a little breeze. I had my windows rolled down, the sun roof open and Prince playing way too loud (to cover up my awful singing). I could have driven all day.

As I was driving and singing and dancing in my seat, I felt HAPPY. Its not all that often, sadly, that my brain sends the "you are HAPPY, dummy!" signal, but when it does, I pay attention. I thought of the many half-cross-country trips I took by myself - really the best way to travel if you want to sing along to the music. Sure, Kansas will make you consider suicide when all you can see FOREVER is corn, but singing and seat dancing really help to distract from the corn. Or the miles of plain highway through Ohio. Or was it Pennsylvania? Or Indiana? Or Illinois? They all kinda run together.

Beyonce and I (my Mini Cooper Clubman's name is Beyonce because she is bootylicous. Cuz she has a big boot. Get it? hehe. I will show myself out.) enjoyed some over the speed limit (but reasonable) cruising, with the sun streaming in the sunroof. But compared to my previous half-cross-country treks, I had cruise control, and since it wasn't 100 degrees, I didn't have to wrap my arm in a towel to prevent sunburn because I also didn't have air. Or power steering. Or power locks. Kids - you probably don't remember these, but once upon a time, in world far, far away, we used to have to use a HANDLE to get the windows to roll down. Like manually! Crazy I know, but true. Also crazy? I drove from OK to NJ and back without a cell phone! GASP! Can you imagine that insanity today?!

The 30 minutes I got to spend in the car, cruising and singing yesterday, really helped renew my sense of happy, my sense of Tracie. Might I prescribe some seat dancing for your day as well?