Creature of Habit (Part 2)

I already told you about how I go on auto-pilot when doing routine things at home. Well, now it seems there are times I can’t remember whether I am riding my bicycle, or driving a car.

One afternoon I was driving along the freeway (in my car, not on the bike), heading south toward home. After I took my usual exit toward our little town, I found the access to the road I needed was temporarily blocked. Since I bicycle the area, I knew I could make a U-turn, go back north about a mile, and follow the backroads until I was on course again.

I maneuvered around, drove north on the feeder road, turned right and bumped across the railroad tracks. After a couple more turns I was going south again toward our little highway. Soon I came to the intersection where, if I had been bicycling, I would have turned left to avoid the highway traffic. Of course, since I was in the car, I didn’t need to worry about getting run over, so I would just go straight.

The car turned left, seemingly of its own willpower.

Okay, fine. This will take me a mile out of my way, but then when I finally get to the highway, I’ll turn onto it. Because I’m in the car. Not on the bike. It’s okay to drive the car on the highway.

I pulled up at the stop sign at the highway, turn signal blinking. After carefully looking both ways, I crossed the highway, staying on the little asphalt road instead of turning. Sheesh, here we go again.

Eventually I got home, but that is how I managed to fit a 10-minute drive into 20. All that cornering around pastures, up hill and down dale along narrow blacktop roads. Just because once I got on a familiar bike route, I could not get my brain out of bike mode.

Does anyone else find it hard to tame their inner “creature of habit?”

Thanks for reading!
Tailwinds,
Jan

PS: I am linking up with Rachel Anne and the Company Girls today. Feel free to stop by for a cup of virtual coffee!

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About Janice C. Johnson

Welcome! If you like food, reading, laughing over life's little disasters, and maybe thinking about the bigger things of life, you have come to the right place. Besides blogging, I write humorous fiction, though real life tends to leave fictional humor in the shade. But I'm not a total goofball. No, really. I'm also working on a biography project. I live in North Texas with my husband, Brent. We enjoy bicycling, Mexican food, and traveling to visit our kids and grandkids.
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8 Responses to Creature of Habit (Part 2)

  1. Pastor Tim says:

    I, too, am a creature of habit but for me it’s all about timing.
    Leave the house around 620am so I can listen to the next chapter on Book Radio.
    Arrive at work at 7 and start showprep; into the studio for the show, lunch at 1130, production meeting on Tuesday’s, start P&W at 7pm on Wed and 11am on Sunday…. on and on…
    Put me in for the early morning show folks and my day is out of kilter.
    A bit late starting for church…out of kilter.
    It can physically affect a person and make one sick!
    I think patience is the key for me; calm down and go with the flow.

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    • Jan says:

      Hey, Tim, I see what you mean about timing. Unusual or unscheduled changes in my routine can throw me for a loop, too.
      Blessings!

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  2. Anonymous says:

    Jan! You are such a talented writer! Only you could take a mundane car drive and “turn” it into poetry! (pun intended) Love you, friend!!! ❤

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  3. My husband is very much a creature of driving habit!! Do you know where you are going? Umm…no I don’t…. is a very often scenario when we are going new places!!!

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  4. My problem is that sometimes I get where I am going and wonder how I got there. Is it age? Distractedness? Texting while driving? It’s a mystery. Loved this, Jan. Also, am planning to come to prayer breakfast that you’ll be speaking at! Yay!

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    • Jan says:

      Yes, I’ve had those time when I would be driving and suddenly realize I couldn’t remember the last few miles. You’d better NOT be texting, Girl! I really look forward to seeing you at the prayer breakfast.
      Love ya!

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