My moment of Zen: Waiting in line
I traveled to NYC for work yesterday. It was a long day – up at 4:30am, planes trains and automobiles and meetings all day. My flight out was at 10:30pm, but I know security lines can stretch out at night so I got back to JFK around 7:30. Kiosk check-in and to the Loooong line.
Whether it’s a roller coaster or a traffic jam, I don’t mind lines. Time to think, to observe people, call a friend. I don’t check my watch while I’m waiting, either. Every line ends, we all get our turn.
JetBlue has an "express" lane, first class/pay extra types. Fine. But then, they started pulling groups of people who had flights coming up and letting them all go through the express lane. Now, me being raised in the school of natural consequences, it struck me that they were rewarding the wrong people *and* making the wait longer for everybody else. I was tired, I just wanted to get through security and have a burger and a beer, watch some march madness. I admit to thinking "Shit, I should go sit at the bar here for a couple of hours, then they’ll just let me in the express lane!".
I let it go.
I thought about making a snide remark to the JetBlue attendants, or to my fellow passengers who were also getting screwed. There was plenty of grumbling going on.
I let it go.
And then, what I had been thinking was sort of the middle of the line turned out to be the end! It took less than an hour to get through the line, even with the added time from all the people who were "cutting".
So I learned a lesson while I was standing in line last night, and everybody got home to their families, too.
What’s your latest moment of zen?
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during a nature walk the other day I sat in the woods meditating and my allergies started to flare up a little and as I opened my eyes a butterfly was fluttering around me, I was captivated by it, but I then decided to continue walking, but it kept following me, so I sat again and watched it. I noticed that it flew in little bursts. in order to land on a leaf 6 inches next to in, the butterfly would fly in a rather large loop, far away from it’s destination, but still got there.
I thought “hmmm, I’ve always been told it’s about the journey and not the destination, this seemed to reinforce that. so I sat there and watched it for the better part of ten minutes and it flew off. I continued walking and it again flew by me, landing by a fallen branch, to which I asked out loud “do you want me to follow you” confused at why I talked to a butterfly I turned my head then looked back at the butterfly, at which point the sun shined through the trees and bathed me in warm light.
that was just what I needed
aah, beautiful, that^^
my moment of zen today was walking down insanely busy streets, seeing a ton of mankind on their bikes, cars, feet, poor people getting by, rich people in their cars waiting to get there wherever tht is, slum people under their feeble tents, man and woman sleeping on the pavement, dogs checking othr dogs out, and me, right in the middle of this.
and all of us just minding our own business. this day-to-day affair of life.
7 billion + lives on air. each and everyone an experience on their own. and i am only selfishly counting us humans.
I was supposed to get off work at 11pm the other night and my manager called me at about 10:45 to say the lady who was supposed to be replacing me sent him a text saying she’s drunk and isn’t coming to work. I had to be back at work again at 7 so this was not what I wanted to hear. My manager came in to cover the shift, with a smile (how he usually does everything) and I couldn’t be mad after that. I suppose that could count as a moment of Zen. :)