If you’ve been following this blog, you know that I have given up driving over the speed limit for Lent.  The other day, I found myself on one of the country roads that wind through the hills of East Tennessee and lead to my house.  The speed limit on this slow winding road is 35 mph.  I usually travel between 45 and 50 mph on this stretch of going home.

Apparently the driver of the large Ford behind me typically enjoys traveling well above the 35 mph posted limit as well.  As I toddled along, I had to work to draw my eyes away from my rear view mirror.

I felt compelled to speed up to “please” the driver behind me, who seemed to really like driving close to the bumber of my little Miata.

Breathing deeply, wishing him well.  I noticed the color of the hay on the hillside shimmered with a particularly lovely shade of gold.  I smiled, hoping my fellow traveler noticed.

Within a moment or two, he backed away and slowed down.

Here’s to being mindful and present to my own intentions rather than swept away in the push and pull of peer pressure.