Seeing Myself

March 17th, 2010

Today on my way to work, I got caught in the staging of the St. Patrick’s Day parade and couldn’t get to my parking lot. I had no choice but to sit in my car at a standstill until the parade got underway. My reaction? Petulance, anger, irritation at all things Irish. But instead of feeling trapped in my car, I could have pulled out my Kindle (purchased for the purpose of passing time during travel and traffic jams), listened to an audio book on my iPhone or just enjoyed the craziness of the scene, like spotting the doctor who gave me my colonoscopy wearing a leprechaun costume. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get that out of my mind. And what was so urgently awaiting me at work? ┬áNothing that couldn’t have waited, nothing that was going to change the world. When I finally pulled into my parking space, I realized what a jerk I’d been, and I was disappointed in the part of me that is so self-important she can’t be stalled in traffic, so lacking spontaneity that she can’t enjoy a parade, so impatient she can’t be entertained by her own thoughts for 15 minutes! ┬áSo many lessons still to be learned.

One Response to “Seeing Myself”

  1. I always tell my kids that if they learn to wait graciously and patiently and accept that delays are part of life, they’ll be much happier people.

    I tend to wait well, but maybe this is a sign that I rarely feel my destination is THAT important. I don’t know.

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