Okay, this time I think I've got it all figured out.
Well, of course I don't. But I have learned something very important here in the last few weeks.
It's just not worth it. It's really not.
Anyone who knows me understands that I have a scorching case of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Nothing has been officially diagnosed, but I sure do seem to need a sense of order to things. Anything that's out of sorts sets me off. Someone not turning off a light. Not signaling for a safe lane change. Folks not waiting their turn. If I see a news story where order is not followed and rules are not obeyed, watch out.
This is where I just tell myself that it's not worth it. I used to want to fight every battle. I used to want to tell others and scream from the mountaintop when someone interrupted a speaker, or was rude, or whatever.
But I'm learning to release. Especially when I am merely an observer and it's not my problem. If I get worked up over every little thing, it'll eat me alive. It's someone else's concern and not mine.
