Out of control and loving it

Yesterday, my cell phone decided to die. The clock was working, but I couldn't make or receive calls. As someone who uses her cell constantly, this disturbed me.

I had choir practice last night, and I was driving along the major pain in my ass that is Route 117. Suddenly, as I approached the 495 interchange, the traffic ground to a halt. Nuttin, man. It took me more than half an hour to go a mile. I was going to be late for choir. And there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't call anyone. I couldn't get out of the traffic jam. All I could do was sit there and listen to Christmas tunes on WROR (as Jody apparently was doing on Oldies 103).

At first the control freak in me was bull. No communication? What was I to do? Then I realized that I was helpless and gave myself over to the feeling. I just sat and relaxed. I even sang along with the radio. Yeah, I wanted to get out of the jam, but it wasn't happening for awhile, so I just embraced the situation I was in.

I wound up being 25 minutes late for choir, but you know what? I was totally relaxed when I got there. And when I got home later in the night, M figured out the problem with my cell (hadn't turned it off in awhile, and it got stuck) and fixed it. So I'm communicado again. But I wouldn't mind just having more time to chill.