That’s something I can try.
On a recent stroll with my slow-walking friend, I find gratitude is easy to muster.
I think fondly of her charming sense of humor, our fun outings, her support during tough times.
As we walk, languidly, to a restaurant, I feel momentarily free of my sidewalk rage.
Why Your Brain Hates Slowpokes| Nautilus
Photo byAntoine K.
