The art of patience. I may not be a master, but I’m pretty darned close. That is what many say. You are so PATIENT. Perhaps I’m too much of a pacifist. When I see someone in public yelling at a sales clerk or screaming at their kid it is almost painful to me. I would much rather keep quiet then stir up trouble. For many, this would be considered a fault. That’s OK. I own my calm. I embrace it.
Last week, I almost embraced my calm around someone’s neck. This is a long drawn out story. I will relieve you of any pain by making it short. Just read on, knowing that each Verizon visit was no less than one hour each and reached up to 2.5 hours – totaling about 6 hours in a 24 hour period.
My blackberry storm stopped working Thursday night. It was fully charged, but would freeze and then turn off. The only way to turn on the Storm was to take out the battery, put it back in and pray to the guardian angels of Verizon. I was leaving town Saturday at 5:30 with three kids in tow and wanted… no, NEEDED a cell phone with me.
The process:
I am a computer tech. I know dead equipment when I see it. But I remained calm. And I got my new phone. Would yelling have helped the situation? Nope. Would it have made a store full of innocent bystanders feel bad? Yes. So I stand my ground and again, I own my calm.
Wayne Dyer would love me. He said that when you see someone react badly to you, don’t fight it. Simply look at the situation in an unbiased manner, noting how someone reacts to various situations. And then say to yourself, “Hm. Curious.” Curious indeed.
But I got my new Storm. I had a phone over the weekend, and I made a really cool card tower. Yup, I own my calm.




