Giving "Traffic Jam" A Whole New Meaning...

There’s a certain kind of madness that descends upon the I-24/I-40 connector at rush hour in Nashville. A tangle of exhaust fumes, bumper-to-bumper standstills, and the collective groan of thousands of people trapped in a moment no one asked for.
Most people hate it. They dread it. They spend the entire workday watching the clock, calculating how bad the traffic will be if they leave five minutes later than usual.
Unless someone, maybe me, is willing to be the fool with the windows down in 30 degree weather, belting out “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk The Moon like it’s karaoke night and making a traffic jam feel a little less like purgatory and a little more like a block party with bad timing.
I roll down my windows, put the bubble machine on the dash, crank up my stereo, and throw myself a full-blown dance party in the middle of the interstate. Not a toe tap or head bob, but full-body beat bopping, car-seat-drum-solo, singing-off-key-like-I’m-on-stage kind of dancing. The kind that makes the person next to you do a double take, maybe even laugh in spite of themselves.
There’s something sacred about finding laughter where it doesn’t belong. Like planting flowers in a junkyard.
So if you ever find yourself inching down the I-24/I-40 connector, keep your eyes peeled. You might see a lone driver, windows down, music blasting, head swinging, grin wide, bubbles floating.
That’s me. Giving “traffic jam” a whole new meaning.
Because attitude really is everything. And everything is temporary. Even rush hour. Happy Monday- PASS IT ON!