Calm

Most of my life I have tended to have a nasty temper which I am working on quelling. Part of it may be innate as the DNA of a latin heritage but I am sure years of suppression of identity helped to feed it.

A good test for me is my impatience with entitled stupid people and when the furnace wants to blow I talk to myself and use facial expressions to pass on messaging. It's not easy but I am making progress.

Yesterday I saw my neighbor Patricia on the bus and she was so happy to see me. She calls me Joanne. Well into her seventies her knees are shot but she loves chatting and so do I.

People like her help me to be calm.