Finding Equanimity

I wrote about my chronically-annoyed state before. Now, it seems like nothing can disturb my equanimity. The power going out while I’m in the middle of typing an unsaved document doesn’t bother me. I can always retype what I wrote. Reading about the government’s inveterate folly and watching Senator Miriam Santiago go ballistic on television doesn’t bother me. What comes around, goes around. Having pimples at age thirty doesn’t bother me. It is not the end of the world. Watching young people go through those ridiculous courtship games used to annoy me. Now, it just amuses me. I don’t always have to be poised, polished and perfect. I can just be me. Coffee doesn’t have to be gulped. I can take my time sipping it, savoring its richness. Not getting what I want immediately doesn’t bother me. I know I would, eventually. Being given more work than I could handle doesn’t faze me. Everything can be dealt with, one at a time. Having to wait for another eleven months has become easier. D is coming home soon. Facing an uncertain future in a strange place isn't daunting anymore. I am not facing it alone.