My last morning commute was less stressful because I knew it was my last morning commute. The construction truck that pulled out in front of me in the 55 m.p.h. stretch of highway and then proceeded to accelerate slowly until he reached the breakneck speed of 38 did not cause me to yell profanities or spill my coffee. Rather, I put my coffee down and applied my brakes as soon as he started to make his left onto the highway. Then I smiled.

I smiled even bigger when a log truck made a left onto the road in front of him in the same manner as he had done to me just few miles back.

Knowing the frustrating insanity that is commuting will no longer be a part of my life after today is calming and liberating. Itís also somewhat intimidating. I am stepping into uncharted territories as far as my family and I are concerned. Even when I was self employed for four years, I was working full time. But now I will be living out my dream of staying at home, taking care of my family and writing.

What if I built it up in my head over the past 25 years to be more than it can or will be? What if becoming a SAHM is much harder than I anticipate?

Then again, when that truck pulled out in front of me this morning, my fears seemed to melt away. For decades I was able to handle a stressful career while raising my sons. I can do this. So today I celebrate. Thank Goodness Itís my Last the rat race.

For those of you still knee deep in grindstone dust, I offer this nugget of inspiration: Always drive like it's your last commute. Think of the fender benders that could  be avoided if we all calmly put down the coffee, gently applied the brakes and simply smiled. 

Micki Bare, mother of three, wife, writer and content strategist is the author of Thurston T. Turtle books.
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