BrightSide and I spent two years in St. Louis right after we got married. It was a work decision but also a good life one, giving me a chance to live in a big city. Well, near a big city, we lived in a suburb, but in St. Louis even suburb life feels big city because TRAFFIC.

Gotta go to work? Traffic. The store? Traffic. Dinner or a movie or just about anything? Traffic.

I remember inching home from work in stupid traffic, stuff that I’m sure would qualify as a traffic jam except those of you that live near big cities would surely just call it life. Our girl has gone to Atlanta for college and the driving down there — phew. No words. Plenty of traffic jams, plenty of prayers as cars weave in and out.

I joke about living in a podunk area but I mean that in the best of ways. (Okay, fine, I kind of mean that in the best of ways.) But around here a traffic jam almost always means someone’s had a wreck. In a strange way I’m comforted that coming to a standstill isn’t an everyday occurrence.

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “jam.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!