Going to the dentist has turned into a wonderful respite from a very busy 2 year old. Looking forward to my appointment, I arrived a few minutes early. As I sat down in the waiting room with my magazines an older woman walks in and starts the complaint train. I knew not to look at her; not to talk with her. I was in a spicy mood, so against my better judgment I engaged. She proceeded to talk about the cost of dental care. I gave her my retort. She didn’t like it and got snippy. I told her that it might be best if we stop chit chatting because she seemed incredibly agitated. I was angry with this cantankerous woman because she destroyed my 30 minutes of peace prior to the teeth scrapping.
Truth is I destroyed my 30 minutes of peace. The past few weeks I’ve lost my tool bag of ‘being the better person’. I’m going to spend the next few weeks repacking that tool bag (I hope).
What’s in your tool bag?