Stop Signs

I’ve been driving for about two years now and believe that I’m a pretty good driver. Ask my friends though, and they’ll have to disagree with that. Hahaha. Bottom line is that I speed and I don’t really stop at stop signs. I do what they call a “rolling stop”. Well, the other day I actually stopped at a stop sign, saying out loud “S-T-O-P”. That’s the way they teach you to stop in driving 101, right? I have to say, stopping for that long felt like one of the longest seconds of my life, but at the same time it was inspiring.

Afterwards, I realized that stop signs really serve a purpose. That purpose being, to make the driver come to a complete stop, making sure that there are no other cars passing by, so that the driver can safely continue driving. Then I started thinking that in life, there needs to be more stop signs. We as people are constantly running around, consumed with everyday life that we fail to see what’s coming at us. If we were to “stop” more often and think about stuff or be more aware of our surroundings, then we would probably be better off. It only takes a coupe seconds to “stop”, whether it be at a stop sign or in life. Maybe you should try it sometime.

Keeping a Journal

Many nights I find myself sitting down and reflecting about my life. I have so many thoughts about everything, but some things are more dominant than others, of course. Starting with this past fall I started keeping a journal. I don't like to call it a diary, becasue that sounds too childish/immature. The words I write on the pages of my journal are deep. It's not like, "Omg I did this or I saw this person today". It's more like my feelings on situations and my feelings about how my life is going or anything that is inspirational to me. Certainly, certain encounters or situations will affect what I write, but I don't just tell the story, I read into it. You would be amazed at how much I can write on one thing. I've written like 4 pages on one topic, I guess because I have a lot of feelings about it. I just keep writing, it's almost as if my brain is controlling my pen. There have been times that I want to stop writing, but can't becasue I'm not done expressing myself yet. When I go back and read over some older pages, I'm like woah did I really write that? I surprise myself on how deep I get with my feelings; it's crazy. I find writing my feelings down somewhat of a cleansing process; it releases stress and emotions that I don't want to keep locked up. I suggest keeping a journal to anyone, it's a good experience.