Part of this codependent journey for me is questioning what type of involvement I want in most things. 

Today, I felt it was in the best interest of many to report a wreckless driver. Typically, if someone speeds by us while we are driving, I mutter under my breath and watch them disappear into the horizon. Today's speeder was swerving everywhere, and chose to turn around and continue drag racing down the highway multiple times. Was I worried for us? Not so much. However, the thought of this happening in front of a semi did worry me. 

I had 3 calls with an officer, who was not in the area but did his best to stay updated. In the end, the driver was let go with a warning. Nothing against the cop. I don't have a dash cam, and the driver wasn't drinking. The remainder of our trip home, I prayed that he chose to drive safe. Too many people believe they are invincible. 

I don't characterize myself as a busy body. But I admit that there was a tinge of disappointment at the end of this. My two younger teens were in the back seat, and we spoke about the incident. 

I could feel my body questioning what control I have. So when we got home, I cleaned. I breathed. I reminded myself that I did the best I could in that situation, from a place of concern. 

At the same time, it certainly wasn't my usual cup of tea.