On the ride home from work, I typically crank the tunes. Sometimes, it’s the radio. Sometimes, it’s a CD. But usually it’s something.
On the way to work, I can’t stand music. I can’t stand listening to anything. In the morning, I just want silence.
I think.
I’ve been trying to figure out why.
Maybe in the morning, my brain needs to start planning for the day. Maybe on the way home, I’m trying to reboot, power cycle, close out the workday mind so my thoughts can leave work. I’m not sure.
