Five Minute Friday Prompt word is “middle,” and I’m drawing a total blank.
So I guess I’ll just have to write jibberish for five minutes. Here goes:
Middle, middle, monkey in the middle.
That’s what I think of being in the middle.
Tomorrow I’m driving a long trip solo on unfamiliar highways with no GPS or smart phone on board. Only me as my own navigator and printouts from Google to check now and then. I’ve been tense, but I want to go. I’ve found a silent Christian retreat that’s reachable, and I’ve longed for one of those for years.
I don’t mind being in the middle of a bunch of people who have the same purpose as I, of drawing closer to God in silence. With such an objective, we’ll likely give each other space, even as we function together. And I certainly don’t mind being in the middle of the 100 acres of woods that the retreat grounds occupy. But in the middle of heavy traffic in strange territory where I have to find my way…? No. Not that middle!
My mommy once told me, “Keep out of the pack. When you’re driving, keep out of the “packs” of cars, jamming up together. Speed up or slow down to avoid being jammed in amongst them, especially in an aggressive driver zone. And I follow that as much as I can. (Because my mommy was smart.) But sometimes the traffic’s too heavy. Hope I can tomorrow. It makes for much more serence driving. Serene? Well, closer to it anyhow.
As I drove on my last trip, I was thinking about this, and how keeping out of the middle of the pack is a good idea in life as well as on the road. Companionship is wonderful, but a large agitated crowd…? Not usually so nice. I’ve seen mob mentality more than once, and it wasn’t pretty. My mommy gave me advice on this kind of pack, too. She said if I ever saw a mob/crowd forming, to head the opposite way. And like I said, my mommy was smart.
Gibberish? You decide.