I did, indeed, drive to school today.
I’ve been doing my best to ride my bike (his name is Brett. Brett Bretterson) whenever possible but today I agonized over the decision of riding or driving.
I drove yesterday–as it was raining before I left the house…and continued to rain when I returned. But this morning I had no excuse. Perhaps it was the chill in the air, or the yet-dark morning, or the looming clouds–but I made up my mind to drive the 2 miles.
I broke my own rule. And agonized about whether I’d done the right thing the whole way to work. The decision has been made. Get over it, loser.
It is decisions like these that make me realize that I really am an adult. Not because mom didn’t pack my lunch and wave me out the door–but because I often have to take action on things that affect only me. Should I leave before or after rush hour? Should I buy a salad or bring left-overs? Should I run this morning? Is it really not okay to have ice cream for dinner?
I have no one to discuss such things with, and what kills me is the length I spend pondering each of these should-be split second decisions. I miss video games. I miss my mom.