Andy says that when you hit one red light after another and traffic is backing up in the late afternoon, the light cycle is out of sync. It happened the other night, and by the fourth red I just let out a deep sigh, reminded myself there was no rush to get to cafe culture, and proceeded to hit three more.
Some days you just get all the red lights. Rather than rail against it bitterly and pointlessly, I’m doing my best to take it as a friendly reminder to slow down. Being that I usually run on the earlier side of my schedule, very rarely am I in a genuine rush; shaving a few minutes off an errand is never going to make that much of a difference.
Channeling moments of frustration into opportunities for mindfulness and possible pockets of meditation, is one of those challenges that a younger version of myself would have laughed or scoffed at; this older me rises to accept the gauntlet.
