Where does one draw the line for determining what stops being reasonable and starts to become unacceptable?

Not one to stir up the pot with sensitive social issues—drawing a line right there—I’m sticking strictly to one imaginary line I’d drawn immediately after retiring from a teaching career in elementary education:

Barring an emergency situation, I no longer drive when it’s snowing.

I did that plenty of times over the course of 29 years during a 50-mile commute each way. For approximately three snowstorms, the teacher phone-call chain failed, prompting me to make the trip to school and turn around when I heard the cancellation on the radio.

So, it’s never been a question of not being able to handle slick road conditions. I simply have drawn the line for what has become unacceptable to me ever since it has not been imperative to report for work at 8:00 a.m.

Point of fact, I rescheduled a routine, vehicle service appointment due to a forecast of snow during tomorrow’s morning commute, the time I would have been on the road for a long haul.

In my capacity of a writer, no different than most, I’m blurring the lines for casting blame on characters caught in a crossfire. After all, if art imitates life, it’s never easy to draw the line between guilt and innocence. At this point in time, I’m drawing nearer to the finish line for Chapter 6 of my Contemporary WIP.

*For our own well-being, may each of us have the courage and fortitude to draw the line when necessary.

My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.

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