What a robot car taught me about love

Here in San Francisco, we have these self-driving cars called Waymo. Sleek, white electric Jaguars that glide through the city like they know exactly where they’re going.

And honestly? They’re kind of magical. When you ride in one, it feels futuristic—but also strangely peaceful. They move with this steady patience. No revving. No sudden swerves. No hurry. Just calm, confident forward motion.

The first time I rode in one, I noticed my whole nervous system relaxed. I wasn't late. I wasn't stressed. I wasn't gripping the wheel (or anyone else's decisions). I was just... along for the ride.

It made me think:
What if we lived—and loved—more like a Waymo?

I don’t know about you, but when I’m driving—or late, or rushing, or riding with my husband—I’m often the opposite of Waymo. I’m anxious. I’m snappy. I’m narrating every other driver’s flaws out loud, handing out mental citations. Even though I know “we’ll get there when we get there,” my body still hums with tension.

Until I remember: Drive like a Waymo.

The moment I shift that mindset, I settle. My heart rate slows. I breathe deeper. I’m still moving forward—but without the cortisol spike.

And I think the same thing can happen in our relationships.

So this week, when you’re driving—or when you feel frustration rise—try switching into Waymo mode.

Move forward. Stay steady.
Trust that you’ll get there.

You always do.

With love,

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