I had an überfrustrating morning. I had an 11 o'clock meeting with an admissions person at a local university. I never made it. I sat in traffic trapped on a local road for 20 minutes while the police, tow truck people, and other personnel cleaned up the aftermath of a high speed chase involving a police car and Honda Civic. (Stupid Civic. Doesn't it know the meaning of its name?)
Driving back to the studio, everybody got on my nerves. I haven't felt so much indignant outrage in a long, long time. My anger hit critical mass when a person who was simultaneously balancing a lidless coffee cup on their steering wheel and dialing a cell phone tried to occupy my space on the road. Fortunately, both of us responded appropriately and avoided collision. "MORON!" I yelled when all was well.
Hearing my own outburst was just the thing I needed to remember how extremely fortunate I am, and I laughed at the absurdity of my mood and attitude: It was nearly noon and there I was, driving back to my very own studio on a beautiful day (currently 67 degrees and sunny) in my fancy-schmancy car.
Exactly how good is my life for such a minor inconvenience (such as missing an appointment) to send me into a tailspin?
It must be pretty good.
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