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I Waved a Driver Ahead of Me
I was unusually proud of myself here’s why it worried me
I was sitting at a one-lane bridge waiting my turn. I live in a small town outside of a major suburban area. It’s courteous to allow one car to pass at a time. Hurried and greedy drivers try to sneak a second car by.
I wasn’t in a hurry.
I waved the second car on. I was ridiculously pleased with myself. As if I had given someone a winning lottery ticket. I’m a rule follower so I’m generally liberal in the car waving department.
But today I felt like a supreme giver.
That’s when it hit me. I’ve been living in a notoriously selfish space these days. One too many problems to solve and not enough brainpower to do it. I’ve been surviving not thriving. Recovering from my divorce has left little for anyone else.
This was my ‘new’ version of doing something for others. Letting a car go before me. Something that was typically my second nature. The happy girl never recognized this as kindness. Just a day in life.
To quote Scooby-Doo it was the ‘Ruh Roh’ moment.
The bar was undeniably low if I felt this was a supreme triumph.
I decided I needed a kindness prompt. Something that would interrupt sleep…
