Sometimes people are going to cut you off. It’s what happens on our bustling byways. It’s frustrating in the moment. They just cut in. Like you don’t have a say in the matter. You wonder what their hurry is. And why they couldn’t get in line like the rest of us.
Here’s what I think is going on.
They’re all of a sudden in front of us. But they’re not just in front of us. They’re ahead of us. They’re where we want to be. They’re up there. And they didn’t work for it. Or so it seems. Don’t they know that it’s our turn? We’re next. We’ve gotten ourselves this far. Don’t get in front of us now. We’re on our way. We’ve got places to be.
We are very concerned about where we stand in relation to everyone else. We commit great resources to measuring how much or little we measure up. Just look at all those cliches at the end of the previous paragraph. A cliche has to come from somewhere. We also seem to think that there’s a line. And that we need to get to the front of the line. Before whatever it is that they’re handing out up there runs out.
So when someone cuts us off on the road we easily make it about ourselves.
Which we seem to enjoy doing with pretty much everything lately. We love being offended. It’s our favorite. It goes great with professional football.
Or, we could try not caring if somebody cuts us off. We could let is slide. Extend some grace. Maybe it’s better if they’re in front of us. We might even learn to love letting others go before us.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.