The Four Way Stop.

I hesitate.
I pause,          falter.

My foot resting timidly over the accelerator.
Leaning forward, hands at ten and two.
Eyes darting back and forth.
Me? You? Were you? Okay. Wait? Me?
I press the gas lightly, my nose edging ever so slightly past the stop sign.  Finally working up the nerve to creep out.
Then out of the corner of my eye I see a hint of their wheel turning and I lose my gumption.
My foot jumps instinctively off the accelerator and back to the comfort of the brake pedal and my car lurches momentarily as I make eye contact with the other party clearly waiting for me to go.

Yes, I am one of those drivers.

And as this was pointed out to me, I wondered...
Am I one of ‘those’ in life too?


Forever hesitating.
Living in a state of uncertainty.
Is it my turn?
Wait, should I go?
Were you there first, or was I?

Yes, very unfortunately, yes.  I often am.
I don’t move forward, I lurch forward.  Jerky and constipated.  Foot forever hovering nervously over the brakes.
Sometimes, I just have to decide. Stick to my guns.
At the four way stop,  I          just            have          to         press           the          gas        and        GO.
So my friends, here’s to the accelerator.  Gosh, I need to learn how to use it.
May I press it down with level headed determination.  We’re not aiming to crash here after all.
We’re working on getting through a four way stop without confusing everyone.
Choose a way and GO.