A completely crazy thing happened this morning.
For the last couple of years I’ve been struggling with my special brand of road rage – which is a very vocal and vehemently derisive opinion of anyone who is following speed limits and therefore slowing me down as I speed to work. And having a late start, which is often the case, makes me very anxious and tense.
And for as long as I have been attempting adulting, I have been working on making my mornings and evenings productive. This morning after a long long time I managed to write my morning pages cook lunch, oil and wash my hair and get a kalari workout. In the three hours. But that’s not the crazy part.
I was late in starting out for work. I should be at work by 9 but I actually started out at 9. So I should have been already triggered for even more frustration on the drive. But I wasn’t! I didn’t feel stressed about being late. My head wasn’t exploding (metaphorically of course) at other drivers and wonder of wonders my commpute was much smoother. Was the traffic really less heavy or was it just me? I am not sure. I am also not sure whether it was the workout or the fact that a week of writing morning pages is finally beginning to show results. Is this an anomaly or will this be the new normal? Time will tell. For now I am just grateful. Deeply grateful to be alive. To have a job. To have a roof over my head. And to not be fuming on the way to work :)