jenn's commentary

i knew i was almost out of gas when i left darla's house. the last thing i thought as i drove down her street was "i wonder where a gas station is..." and then when i got to the main road i saw the sign for the highway back to toronto and all thoughts of an esso completely vanished...
and did not return until the little yellow gas light came on, which, as luck would have it, did not happen until i was well away from the lights of peterborough and nowhere near the lights of anywhere else.
in a very responsible way, i immediately got off the highway and started looking for a gas station in town. unfortunately, these are very small towns and it was 9:30 at night.
so i got back on the highway and determined that ACTUAL wisdom would be staying on the highway until i saw either a gas station or a sign for one.
the needle was hovering over empty for a really really long time.
i started off kind of stressing about it, but after a few minutes i realized stressing wasn't changing anything: it didn't refill my tank. it didn't make my car require less gas to run. it didn't cause a gas station to magically appear.
so i let it go.
i know that if i run out of gas it's not the end of the world.
i know that it's my own fault for being flakey.
i know that God is with me.
why stress??