What I can't control

I was thinking about a situation that occurred a few weeks ago. I was on my lunch break, just before Christmas, and when I got back to my car in the parking lot, I was blocked in by a tow truck. I was just a few spots away from the car needing a tow, which appeared to have just been in a wreck. It took the tow truck a while to get the car situated, and I was the only one to be affected by this. Instead of waiting patiently, and maybe even eating my lunch that I just picked up, I pulled a passive agressive act, and harumphed by my car.

Seriously, Jacey? What will you gain from this? I don't know why it upset me so much. Perhaps because the guy didn't say a word or acknowledge me. That would have been polite, but the family getting their car towed were inconvenienced a lot more than my 15 minute waiting period. I don't know why I let it affect me so much, but I did. Enough that I'm thinking about several weeks later, and regretting how I handled it.

I need to let go. I need to stand up for myself when it's important and just let the rest roll off. It's incredibly shameful that I get so bent out of shape about something so insignificant and out of my hands. I guess being aware of it is at least a small portion of the battle, but I'm going to try to be consciously aware of when I'm starting to freak and find a way to NOT.

Life is too short.