Twenty days ago, I was looking out the ninth floor window at my job and saw the traffic I had to look forward to when I hit the highway. I expected it to take me at least an hour to get home. Already had the playlist in mind and everything for the wait. When I got on the road however, it was a completely different story. The highway was wide open. No stops at all. It got me thinking. Sometimes we look at the path in front of us and all we see is the struggle, the turmoil that awaits. But sometimes the path laid before us is as bad as what it seems.