Might As Well Enjoy The Ride

Thursday I woke up a tiny bit earlier than normal and the dogs required a tiny bit less time than usual to make it home, so I felt comfortable getting a full shower in (something I've been saving for work after my ride) and drinking a bit more water.

Things were going well until one of the three elevators that service my building (there's a funny joke there about "elevator service" and "going down", but I'll leave it to you) was out of commission due to new resident move-ins, and as a result the one that finally did come to fetch me took forever and stopped at three floors on the way down.

I missed the ferry by literally two minutes. As I came down the stairs I saw it just leaving the dock. That means thirty minutes of waiting for it to come back.

Now, I got upset for a bit. But then I realized: Why?

Is it really a big deal? Is it even a "deal" at all? The only "bad" thing that has happened is all in my head. I'll roll into work thirty minutes later than normal. No one will die, civilizations will not crumble, the world will still turn. Is it even sane to make myself feel bad just because things weren't going to my tiny, hyper-personal plan and schedule?

I decided to be extra-leisurely on my way to work instead of a frenzied mess. It was a lot nicer and I was still only a little later than normal. Some would call it apathy, irresponsibility, or laziness but I call it a good spiritual teaching.

- David