Healthy Chicks

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This morning a side of me I don’t like came out: impatience. Blah. Impatience. It’s both unnecessary and unhealthy. It even sounds unhealthy. I would say in the grand scheme of life I’m a pretty patient girl, but this morning I was far from patient, and I don’t like to be that way. I don’t know if I woke up on the wrong side of the bed or what, but something was up. It may have been the fact that my mother woke me up at 7:30 a.m. and tried to have a conversation with me while I was half asleep (sorry mom, it wasn’t really me). Anyway, my not-so-patient mood increased when I was informed that UPS was indeed not going to redeliver my package I missed on Saturday, and that I had to go pick it up. Grrr, I don’t have a car. They expect me to walk? Why can’t they just bring it to me? (impatience getting the best of me in my head. They are busy too. I’m not entitled for royal treatment). 

Once I realized that I was not going to win this battle and that the package was not going to come to me from the sky, I put on some yoga pants, grabbed my umbrella and hiked about 2 miles to the post office in the rain. Usually when I go on long walks, I’m cheery and happy, but today I was not having it. I nearly knocked over these poor innocent people because they were “walking too slow.” Speed it up. I have places to be! (In reality, I didn’t. Why couldn’t I just slowww it down and take a deep breath? The package will be there in 5 minutes and in 55 minutes…no need to rush Rach). Once I finally got to the post office, there were two women working, and I was next in line but they acted like I wasn’t there. Suddenly, I started getting all jittery, like one of those rude people who look at their watch every minute or roll their eyes in long lines at the grocery store. Helloooo! Aren’t you going to help me? Hurry up already. (Yeesh, who was this bitchy girl speaking in my head? I can wait 2 minutes. It’s not the end of the world). 

Once I finally signed for the package and the debacle was finally over, I headed to the cozy cafe next door for some blogging, time for myself and most importantly: coffee. Once I took the first sip of my large iced coffee with soy, I forget about my hectic morning and everything was OK (I tell ya the power of caffeine). That’s when I realized how silly and crazy I was being all morning. My mom was just calling to say hello. UPS was only doing their job. The post office people were busy. I was being an impatient psycho. 

It got me thinking about how much better the day goes by when you act patiently, when you live patiently. That’s why I’m going to start doing more yoga, taking more deep breaths and simply realizing it’s all going to be OK and my “problems” really aren’t anything but trivial in the grand scheme of things. To think what other people are going through in life (and have gone through in life) and I’m going to complain about a long line? Pathetic. But at the same time, sometimes you can’t stop that impatient bug from getting to you. 

Next time I get this way, I’m going to close my eyes, take a few deep breaths and try to see the bigger picture. I encourage you all to do the same, and maybe a few vinyassa flows and a childs pose or two. Hey, it can’t hurt. 

Do you ever get impatient over trivial things? What do you do to “snap out of it?”