Normally, a few choice words about the character of the driver would have crossed my lips following such an incident. (I’ll be honest, I spend a large portion of my time holding those words in, because I work with children. I am human, after all.) It felt really good to just laugh at the trivial nature of the whole thing.
We get so worked up about things that are of so little importance. Just remember that it’s your choice to get worked-up about something, the same way it’s your choice to just let go. Don’t believe me? Think about the other driver, person at the grocery store, or grouchy receptionist as one of your beloveds, and wish them well. It sure feels a lot better than cursing at them. We don’t know what they’re going through. I’d rather air on the side of kindness. It’s just better for my soul.
Peace, Love, and Laughter,