I'm standing on this bluff in Santa Monica. In an attempt to kill 30 minutes between my bike ride from Venice and my yoga class, I decided to walk the two blocks to this spot. Just looking for some nice little peaceful me time, something larger occurs to me. I find that I am so annoyed by the loud tourists taking about what size Cheese-Its they like who've walked across the street with me and chose to plant themselves right next to me along the railing. There's hundreds of feet of cliff here and hardly anyone else, so why are they standing 2 feet from me chattering in loud southern accents when I am clearly trying to have a moment to myself!!
So, after this frustration hits me, something else slams into me like a freight train- why am I frustrated? Why do I feel like this is my world and everyone seems to be parking on my dance floor? Doesn't it belong to all of us? Isn't it all larger than just lil ol me? Once I'm over the shock of asking myself these questions, I feel quite liberated. All those frustrated feelings are holding me back from just being and enjoying. Hmm, that's a nice shift.
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