Riding That Train…

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I recently had to go into the city, and I had a choice…drive (YIKES!) or take the train.

As luck would have it, where I was going was close the train station – easy walking distance — so I decided to train it. I generally avoid the train, not because I don’t appreciate the commuting ease or the earth-friendly aspects. It’s really because of a lack of control.

There. It’s out there. I have some control issues.

In my own defense, I don’t have to control everything across the board. With very few exceptions, I don’t care what’s on TV, what food we order in, where we go on vacation, etc. I’m pretty easy going with most things.

And I will say that the train does provide some solid time to just think…I put on my headphones and get lost in my music and my thoughts. Not always a bad thing.

But when it comes to commuting, the simple idea that I have to run on someone else’s schedule? ARGH! This is why I don’t like the train, even when, in most cases, the train gets me home quicker than being stuck in traffic for hours. But riding the train takes that control away from me, especially during the midday schedule, when the trains run hourly only.

This is also why I don’t car pool and why I always hate it when one of the cars has to go in the shop, because more often than not, I end up being the one without the car. And this drives me CRAZY! Granted, I rarely leave the office, even to go to lunch, but knowing that I can’t just kills me. I want to know that — wherever I am — I can just pick up and go at a moment’s notice.

As the train rode along next to the highway, and I saw the bumper-to-bumper parking lot that it was, I was glad I decided to train it. And when I realized my final destination was directly across the street from the train station, I doubly glad I took the train. But I kept thinking the entire time, “I hate not having control.”

I think I have a better understanding of why my husband hates to fly, although I would be more nervous if he had control of the plane rather than the pilot…but that’s another story…

 

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