This morning at six o’clock, I rolled out of bed to start my day. I made my way to one of the local Latin American cafes to pick up a few pastelillos (empanadas) for a potluck at work. They only accept cash. Cool, no problem.
I walked up the block to a cash service and stopped at the ATM machine inside. It didn’t want to take my card. It’s all good -- I’ll just walk up to one of the customer service representatives to see if they can withdraw the funds for me.
I felt anxiety and stress roll up my spine. I wanted to call my bank and yell at the first representative who picks up the phone. But then I remember, I worked in customer service for about 10 years. For 8 hours you choke the hell out of your stress ball, as you hear people bitch, cry, yell, and tell you how much of an idiot you are.
So I just yelled at the automated system instead.
As I fixed my bank situation, I realized that I was become anxious and stressed for something that doesn’t even really matter. I try to remind myself that money and physical possessions are as worthy as we THINK they are -- and there was a time I had absolutely nothing.
I counted my blessing and realized how blessed I am. There are so many things I should be thankful. The list can go on for miles. You know that saying, “I’m too blessed to be stressed”?
Yeah, that part.