They Call Me Mellow (Yellow)
Didn't want to hijack Bruce's thread and this is not after one month of ER (it's after a full year---what can I say---I'm a slow learner!), but I can't believe what life is life without impatience and time urgency. I used to be more tightly wound than a championship yoyo and now I'm actually mellow!
Yesterday DH and I had to wait for a while in Teavana (a store that sells teas at the mall) while the sales clerk, who was new, had to redo our purchase and get help ringing it up. In our former life, we would never have been rude, but we would have been sighing, shifting our weight from foot to foot, and generally acting ancy. Now---completely relaxed, smiling beneficently. The guy thanked us for our patience. He felt good, so did we.
I know this seems like such a little thing, but it's the little things that collectively make up a life.
And as a reward for my new Zenlike state, I get to tell the following joke:
What did the Buddhist monk say to the hot dog vendor?
"Make me one with everything."
“It is not a sign of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society”.------Krishnamurti