I've been pondering this phrase for the last few weeks: Overdriving your headlights. I learned it years ago, in high school driver's ed, but only began reconsidering it recently. We speed down the road, in a rush to get someplace, too fast to pay any attention to the scenery streaking past--and too fast to respond to danger in our path in enough time to avert disaster. That's overdriving the headlights.
I've been thinking about how we do that in our lives--never mind our cars. We're speeding along--say, in a relationship, or in a career, or even reading a book!--because we want to know how things are going to turn out, where we are ending up, will everything work out? That heightens anxiety. And of course, because of that, we're unable to manuever over all of the speed bumps that inevitably, reliably come our way. We crash.
It is so hard to simply Stay Here Now. Enjoy the road. Move with care. Linger over the scenery. Pick up passengers. Get lost, wander, play, and trust that whatever the destination, the trip will be as wonderful as you let it be. Let it be. Sound familiar? This is a good season to consider the perils of overdriving our headlights. Quite apart from not being able to see danger in time to respond gracefully and safely--we're bound to miss too much by streaking through the journey.