Two women at my company use crazy fonts and colors for their signature and yesterday I thought I was going to have to quit my job to keep from screaming at them about it. How in the world does this concern me? Why in the world would I decide to focus for half an hour on their ridicules signatures? When the wave of pissyness was over, it was over. This obsession with someone elses crap happens to me sometimes and I just have to breath my way through it. I think it's a character defect of my ego getting too big for its' britches.
Our precious speaker had note cards last night and in the last 5 minutes he said "then I got sober." The first time telling our story can be very difficult.
I went out to eat with the young people and had a wonderful time trying figure out how they could eat through all the facial piercings but no one seemed bothered by them. They were all very interested in talking about a few of the Traditions and I was thrilled with their thoughtful questions and interest.