I don’t have to be at work until 9:30am, so my 15km commute to work in the mornings is usually stress-free due to the hustle and bustle of traffic and parents bringing their children to school has passed.

Most mornings I leave the house with just enough time to get to work. When I’m feeling extra peppy, I leave shortly after 9am, pop into Starbucks and take my sweet-ass time driving along sipping my peppermint white mocha, often driving under the speed limit and enjoying the fall weather. Driving through one of the local parks is my ultimate favourite part of the morning commute. Especially when the sun peaks through the orange and yellow coloured leaves. Even better when I have a delicious hot drink on hand.

However, the commutes aren’t always a joy. Last week I encountered someone who raced to get to the same street I was about to turn onto. Seeing that I was closer to the turn, I ended up in front of her. Which was unfortunate for her because I was in one of my grandpa-driving moods. Going 45 in the 50 zone. I didn’t really notice her behind me for a while, until she started driving uncomfortably close to my bumper.

One of my pet peeves. But it didn’t seem to bother me. I think the caffeine and the 7+ hours of sleep had me in a state of euphoria.

At least my head wasn’t hanging out of the window singing along.