The sun will brush its fingers at the glass,
But all I feel is warmth.
The angry people beep their horns,
But all I hear is music.
The job I’m driving to is killing me inside,
But all I do is sing.
And I’ve got too many bills to pay this month,
But in my car those threatening envelopes
Flutter from the open windows on a motorway,
A flurry of the paper snow
That swings us down to epic lows.
I finished work early today as it was the final day of term. It was lovely to jump in my car in the daylight hours and get home before I had to turn my headlights on.
But what was more satisfying was putting the radio on and listening to Jeremy Vine. That sounds a bit sad, but I do have my reasons.
I used to work in the afternoons from 1-6pm and on my way to work I would listen to Jeremy Vine. It was during the time immediately after I left a really awful job and the relief after leaving it was immense.
After having a really tough time, I felt like I had been caught in a really soft cloud and somehow Jeremy’s voice has become synonymous with relief; hearing it makes me feel like I’ve just been allowed to take a deep breath after having been forced to go without air for far too long.
It was only as I drove home today that I remembered just how relaxed I felt in those days. Perhaps it’s also because I feel like I’m gasping for breath after the trauma of my first term teaching?!
One thought on “the safety of the car”
It’s nice to have that sort of oasis after a difficult time, isn’t it, Rachel? I think it’s important to make that space for ourselves. Life can be very, very stressful, and we need to have a ‘cushion’ to help us cope.