I am driving home.
I am hot and tired.
I am hating you, them and everyone else.
Traffic slows to a complete stop.
A firetruck elbows it’s way past me.
A mile or so later I catch up.
I see the road littered with parts of what was once a car.
People are outside of their vehicles helping clear debris.
A woman is crying.
She is holding her infant in her arms.
For her, nothing else in the world matters but the fact that her child is safe.
I pull over to see if I can help.
How dare I complain about being inconvenienced?
How selfish and self-absorbed am I?
What is wrong with me?
I am self-centered.
I make assumptions.
I take my feelings out on others.
I have no patience.
My “problems” don’t even begin to register on a scale outside of my own head.
I thank the Universe for all that is-
For people helping each other.
For the woman who is lucky enough to be holding her child.
For all of the blessings I enjoy.
Let me be of service.
Help me see past myself.
Keep me grateful for simple things.