I don’t have a lot to say today.

Lately, I haven’t had a lot to say at all really. That’s the introspective side of me that stops by from time to time.

The details aren’t important, but with the “busy”ness of life’s happenstance over the past couple months and reading the recent posts of my brothers and sisters, I couldn’t help but think of the first time dad let me drive.

I don’t remember where we were but I do remember it was straight.

I kept moving the wheel back and forth like I watched my father do while he drove all those miles when I was little.

Except there was this new thing called power assist steering that actually did a pretty good job taking the oversteer slack out of the steering wheel while driving!

So, as I swerved back and forth on the straight as an arrow roadway, I asked my dad… “How to you keep the car straight?”

He grinned and simply said, “…stop moving the wheel.”

Dad was filled with so much wisdom.

Thinking about that little story and all the “busy” nesses of life I find myself in, I couldn’t help but reflect on the difference between the car I was “in control of” and the ones I watched my father drive.

Maybe I’m trying to do things the way I watched others do in the past and trying to mimic what I saw in my present circumstances.

Maybe the answer to my swerving all over the road of life I’m on is to grip the wheel with my own hands and stop moving the wheel.

10 & 2 ☕😎

talk to you next time,

~scooter~