North of Atlanta there's an intersection where two major highways come together: I-285 and I-85. This monstrosity of twentieth century engineering spans several miles and includes a glut of overpasses and exit ramps. Even if you've driven over, under, and through the interchanges hundreds of times, you still have to pay attention or you'll start veering off course.

Years ago when the interchange first opened, a local radio station held a contest to nickname the massive tangle of concrete and steel. The name that stuck was "Spaghetti Junction." When you look at it from the sky, the name is certainly fitting. It's actually a very efficient traffic hub—unless you happen to be passing through between 4:00-6:00 P.M. During this time of the day, Spaghetti Junction becomes a multilane parking lot. Everything comes to a standstill. All hopes of being home for dinner, early for a ballgame, or on time for a meeting are dashed.

Just about everyone in the Atlanta metropolitan area has, at one time or another, driven into Spaghetti Junction with a smile on their face and a song in their heart only to find themselves driving out an hour later with vision of selling everything they own and moving to the country. The good news is that everyone eventually makes it out. The bad news is that, few people come out with the same attitude they went in with.

Your heart is a hub like Spaghetti Junction. Everything we experience in life gets channeled through our hearts, and unfortunately our negative experiences have a tendency to get stuck there.