I felt pretty stupid after I cut someone off on the freeway on the way there. I kept seeing the angry grill of his Accord wanting to drive me from existence, just bury me in the ground for being so horribly dumb.

Still driving, I asked God to help me be okay with this. The blue sky answered with cloud after cumulus cloud, as if to imitate traffic.

Yet I was consumed by this a good part of the day. I don't know why. The opportunistic bad dog in me capitalized on the moment. I wasn't even worth the $164 I spent on gifts.

Once, I had to stop myself from abandoning all my loot. I wanted to leave but HAD to have these presents. Having to have these presents caused the funk in the first place, I think.

Aaron told me it was no big deal and it happened to people all the time. And I learned two valuable lessons. First, you can't really know your blind spot until you are forced to know your blind spot. Second, it is never your responsibility to make way for traffic merging onto the highway. Just because a while back, that jerk in the Taurus expressed his displeasure with you being in the way of his merge even though you maintained your speed, does not mean he was smarter than you. If he drove a better car, then maybe.

My kids weren't with me. There was no accident. Everything was fine. Husband was supportive. But I cried anyway. Good cue to meditate. I discovered that I don't like the vulnerability of making a mistake. Or, how it may have played out earlier in life, it scares me when people are mean to me because I've made a mistake.