I was at home waiting for a delivery this morning and I was amazed at my own agitation. Rather than enjoying sitting in the sun, reading stuff for Flow on my swing seat, I just kept looking outside, miffed, waiting for that truck to show up.
I just couldn’t stop fretting because it’s just plain silly that they can’t simply deliver things at night. And thet they can’t simply give a clear delivery time, rather than an entire part of the day. Slowly but surely irritation about the truck started changing into frustration with myself: I tried to think all those things, such as ‘Let it go, there are things you cannot change’ and ‘Enjoy the moment, be in the now, you are sitting in the sun, doing something useful, what are you worrying about?’ I tried every useful tip from Flow and yes, it seemed to be working. That is until I saw the truck driving by. I quickly gathered all my stuff, opened the door for my delivery and drove to the editorial room. And that’s where I am now, slightly jealously regarding all those people who are outside… Posted by: Irene