Traffic
Through the glare of the windshield I wince at the red lights that bring me to a halt. I turn down the music that hums my favorite playlist titled "Girls" because the braking in front of me consumes my attention. Not only are the cars parked one second, then lunging forward the next, but my bladder has been pulsing since before I began the journey causing my focus to multi-task on internal and external factors, too many distractions for my one-track mind. As I watch the exits pass slowly, I consider the possibility that the distractions around me would cause me to lose focus on my final exit. It's happened before, when I've missed my exit, and it's added hours to previous trips. But somehow everything always works out. I make it to my destination sometimes later than sooner, but like they say, "Better late than never." I'd like to think that I won't lose my focus this time, that I'll take the right exit, that eventually I'll slow down on
