Ever had a day where every light you drive through turns yellow right as you get to it?
Last Tuesday was that kind of day for me. I rolled through EVERY single stoplight on the way to work as it was turning yellow.
After about 7 yellow lights, I wondered what that meant was in store for me that day. I had started the day feeling a little out of sorts, scattered, wondering if I should just stop everything and jump back into bed, or power through and make the day my bitch. I chose the latter.
It’s that feeling of not being in full “go” mode, and not being in full “stop” mode. That purgatory-like place where you don’t know whether to slam on brakes and hope your coffee and purse don’t come flying across the car, or whether to just push the gas a little harder and breeze on through.
Sounds kinda like life sometimes, huh?
Do you ever have days where you (literally or metaphorically) feel like you’re constantly running through yellow lights?
photo via flickr user Beaufort’s TheDigitel