At last, I was in control. How? I let go.
I forgot to roast coffee the night before and we had run out. Rather than lament the time that would be lost to roasting that morning, I merely decided I would roast coffee and I would still have enough time to relax. And so it was. I had more time than usual, even though I got up no earlier than usual and did not pare down any of my morning routines.
I had left a small skirmish on the field of battle at work on Friday. A communication between me and one of the district employees had continued to provide ample frustration due to unresolved technical issues. However, on the aforementioned morning I decided to make a request as to the type of communication I wanted to receive from this person. The person complied rather agreeably. My contact with them later in the morning was not only diplomatic, but it was rather affable.
I had vanquished the enemies of frustration and communication by redefining them. I tore the nomenclature from their lapels which I had originally given them and replaced them with tags and titles that reflected who I wanted to be in the moment. People who I encountered that had a grumbly disposition were no longer reflections of the assumption that I was the source of their temperament.
I had loosened the grip on the moment that kept popping from my grasp like a bar of soap. My own mood was no longer subject to the upcoming vacation dangling from the string tied to the stick extended in front of me. I realized if I truly appreciated the day, the moment, the person I am, I would not have a need to attribute my current state to any person or situation or outside factor.
I let go, then I found I had it all.