Yesterday, as I was reading some more about the Enneagram, especially about my own Enneagram number (8), I came across this paragraph:
Eights’ main concern is personal freedom. They hate to feel controlled. They’re already encumbered by too many rules, too many bureaucrats, and too many brain-dead drivers on the road. Traffic is a small instance of Eights’ inner predicament. When the energy’s up, they want to be weaving through the cars and barreling down the highway, but there they are, strapped in by a seatbelt and stuck in a mindless morass.
I’m not implying that being stuck in traffic is fun for anybody, but y’all, this is what I wished I’d written when my CPE supervisor asked me what my assertive driving was about. It’s not about winning. It’s not even really about getting my anger out. When I have all this unused/potential energy contained within me, getting stuck in traffic is just another way that I am forced to contain my energy and forward momentum.
Of course, if I weren’t stuck in traffic from time to time, I would miss sights like this by the side of the road:
I drive past this area every weekday. I don’t know how many times I passed by it before I noticed it because I was stuck in traffic. Children’s toys. Crucified. By the side of the road. Subtle. Striking. Visible. Invisible. Somehow it feels a bit prophetic.
 Palmer, Helen. The Enneagram in Love and Work: Understanding Intimate and Business Relationships (New York: HarperCollins, 1993) 212.