I'm P.O. Boxed In
my friend started a project appropriately titled "the 28 cent project." once a month, you receive an email from the project with a story, a topic to write about, and a pen pal. you write on a postcard, using the prompt (or not), and add a 28 cent stamp to send it off to your pen pal. it's a fairly simple concept, but one that delights my soul. as my close friends and family know, i'm a sucker for snail mail.
on my to do list today, i had "go to post office and get 2 cent stamps." so i waited until 4P to go to the local office, which is conveniently located a block away. i get to the post office and the line is * t h i s * long. there are two people at the counter and a bagillion people in line. i look to my phone to check the date. yeah, january 20th. it was wild.
as a i stood in line for my 2 cent stamp, i just stared at the ladies behind the counter. i was frustrated with their lack of speediness. all i could do was judge. i started to judge dc and how it isn't like NYC. i judged them for not caring about our lives, our work schedules, our needs. i started to see myself get angry. i paused, took a deep breathe, and said to myself, "you have a choice to get frustrated and angry or to take this as an opportunity to relax." i relaxed, soft gaze and all....and started flipping through facebook. :)
it's crazy how many opportunities like my post office incident arise for us every day. we have to remember that we have a choice to react the way we do.
on my to do list today, i had "go to post office and get 2 cent stamps." so i waited until 4P to go to the local office, which is conveniently located a block away. i get to the post office and the line is * t h i s * long. there are two people at the counter and a bagillion people in line. i look to my phone to check the date. yeah, january 20th. it was wild.
as a i stood in line for my 2 cent stamp, i just stared at the ladies behind the counter. i was frustrated with their lack of speediness. all i could do was judge. i started to judge dc and how it isn't like NYC. i judged them for not caring about our lives, our work schedules, our needs. i started to see myself get angry. i paused, took a deep breathe, and said to myself, "you have a choice to get frustrated and angry or to take this as an opportunity to relax." i relaxed, soft gaze and all....and started flipping through facebook. :)
it's crazy how many opportunities like my post office incident arise for us every day. we have to remember that we have a choice to react the way we do.
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