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How many times in your day do you get caught up in the mundane details of "your story"?
Coming home from work today, I pulled into the driveway of my building...only to have to quickly apply the breaks because the car in front of me had done the same. Ahead of us a tow truck had parked itself in the middle of the drive so that no one could go around it, despite the driveway being a very generous two lanes. The car in front of me took the last space in visitor parking to try to make space for the cars piled up behind me.
I could feel my frustration starting to grow. My knee was stiff from sitting, I was tired, hungry, and mere steps away from my apartment. However short of abandoning my car in the driveway, there was no way I could simply go home as I so desperately wanted to do at that point.
Now I'm sure those you reading this have had similar situations where something, someone, somewhere, and somehow frustrated the heck out of you. I could almost feel my blood pressure rising exponentially the longer my car idled while the tow truck driver (seemingly) took his sweet a$$ time.
When he finally did get ready to leave, instead of pulling up to the extremely large turnaround area in front of him, he decided to back up...and back up...and back up..stopping only when I finally gave two angry bursts on my horn because he was mere inches from my front bumper!
Normally my sweet little studio apartment is my sanctuary away from the noise and bustle that sometimes accompanies even the most wonderful of cities. But today when I walked through the door, I still felt angry and frustrated. This fifteen minute episode was bubbling over into a major event, yet here I was safe and sound in my cozy little home.
Over a cup of mocha mint mate I realized that the event I just witnessed, and had a passive participation in, really wasn't about me.
Whether on the mat or off the mat, yoga teaches us that we are part of something much greater than our individual stories.
Had I been more in tune with its teachings at that moment, and less wrapped up in the crankiness in my head, I would have gone over to the woman standing on the sidewalk to make sure she was okay. Perhaps I could have asked the tow truck driver to move forward just a bit so we could safely get by. Maybe I could have simply practiced my yogi-breathing and been fully present in the moment. Had I been, I would have noticed that the sun was shining brightly, the sky was blue, and my home was only a few short steps away awaiting my return. So many blessings and teachings, surely the price of 15 minutes of inconvenience was more than worth it.
Wishing you a mindful day...with smiles...
Samantha Eve, a