Lobster in a Bucket

Riding in Cars With Girls

As I was driving home tonight from work, studiously observing the speed limit, I thought about being younger. Up until the past year or so I would drive as fast as I could anywhere, especially the interstate. There was generally one exception to this speed racer phenomenon. Whenever I was driving about with a girl who I happened to like in tow I would always drive the speed limit.

This exceptional behavior was not due to me wanting to protect the mother of my chidlren. No that would be much too far-sighted. At the time I was very much focused on the here and now. With my love in tow I was content. Where else would I want to go. The present was just fine.

With this girl I was okay. My needs were being met. I wanted the moment to last as long as possible. So I was thinking about the Matt of the past tonight. And then I began to think about why I don't speed now. There isn't some imaginary girl friend that I carry around. At least I don't know of one...

Well anyway. I suspect that maybe I don't speed anymore because I don't feel the need to get to that next place/person/experience as desparately as I used to. Don't misunderstand me. I'm not becoming a space cadet. I still am task oriented, and into time management. I think that I'm speeding less because in day to day travel I'm more content with now. I'm not living in expectation.

I hope that this feeling is a sign of the fulfillment that I am finding in Jesus. Maine isn't that great.