The mail was heavy today after the long holiday weekend….and the delivery was horrific.

Mountains of packages…endless roadways of letters.

Yuck.

White knuckle mailman….all day long.

I realized, though,  that whether I was freaking out or I was playing it cool about the whole ordeal, the delivery was going to go down the same way.

I couldn’t maintain a chilled out composure, of course….I’m much too reactionary for that consistency….but what I brought to the table when I was freaking out didn’t change the outcome.

Freaking out just made it all more unbearable.

Unless….I brought a chilled out attitude that was sustainable….and I drew on it to get through the horrible ordeal.

How do you foster and sustain a chilled out attitude?

That’s something I should work on.

This time passes….and the rock rolls back down the hill and we start over again….but what we carry with us as we labor is going to be our legacy.

Peace in the eye of the storm is a beautiful thing.

Chill, Holmes, chill.