There's nothing you can do about it now.

As I was sat on the bus this morning dreading the 90 minute journey from Glasgow to Edinburgh because I forgot to bring a book and my ipod battery died just after my newest headphones broke. I was staring out of the window in fear at what terrors were about to fall on me. Like I'd have to just look out the window at the M8 for an hour, or stare at the clock that was reading 1812 at quarter to eight in the morning, or I could look directly at one of the four security cameras that are so unnervingly places next to the air conditioning. But worst of all, I was scared that someone might actually talk to me, or catch my eye and horror of horrors, look at me when I had no where else to look. I've seen many sights on the Citylink between Glasgow and Edinburgh so trust me. A distraction is just necessary.

As a last ditch attempt at something to look at, I pulled out my notebook and started reading all my notes for work. It's really just a square lined jotter with phone numbers, to do lists and website addresses, but on the second page I found this. Which I thought was very fitting. It made me smile, think 'I suppose it's not such a bad day' And then I fell asleep and woke up as we were passing Edinburgh Zoo. So here is what I found. I wrote this.

Not waiting, no expectations, just a whole lot of travelling. Not the stressful part where you part with your hard earned cash. Not the part where you have to be constantly alert, waiting for your platform to be announced, then finding it just in time to realise you don't have a ticket and the ticket office is all the way on the other side of the station... And closed.

Travelling isn't a stressful business really. It's exciting. The "in transit' bit is like another world. Sitting staring out of the bus window, in a perfectly controlled temperature or even better, flying 30,000 feet above the ground with your phone switched off, your life is in someone else's hands and it's blissful surrendering it to them with your boarding pass.

No one talks to each other either, (unless you're shoehorned into a megabus which is another story for another day) that suits me just fine. I'm not on the bus to make friends. I'm here to get from A to B, probably via C, D, G, X and S on the way. But that's ok too, it doesn't matter what route your chosen vehicle takes. It's the being in Limbo that matters. The not really doing anything but being swiftly carried to your destination. Once you've handed over your ticket and stepped aboard, there's not much else you can do. Everything is outwith your control, if you forget that your life is in someone elses hands and it could all go horribly wrong and there's nothing you can do about it you can travel in blissful ignorance.

Have a pleasant onward journey.