Life in the outside lane

This morning on my drive to work, I did something very different: I decided to stay in the outside lane and just flow with the traffic.

Usually, I'd be driving in the inside lane with all the aggressive have-to-be-at-work-ten-minutes-ago drivers. But this morning was different: I sat calmly on the outside lane, just coasting along, taking it easy.

Driving in the inside lane is really a metaphorical "habit" I have. I've always been trying to get ahead, be better, never really happy with where I was. It's a habit I've been fostering since early on in the family business—never content, never satisfied or fulfilled, always searching for a better place for myself.

Lately, though, I've allowed myself to coast along in life's outside lane.

Don't get me wrong: The race is still on, but I am so far ahead—out of the business, settled in life, good job—that I can allow myself to take a break. And the peace of mind it brings is priceless.

Interestingly enough though, the outside lane seems to have gotten me where I was going faster.