Have you ever thought you’d squeezed every morsel of learning out of some lesson, only to have it say, wait! there’s more!
My Road Rage story was like that. I dubbed the location where I learned to reduce my road rage, mindfulness intersection. After blogging about it I thought, ok, that intersection is dry; I’ve learned all there is.
But life continued. And I realized so much depends on perspective. When I first wrote about taming my road rage, I wrote about it from my perspective: the one pissed off that another car cut in front of me.
My second lesson had me being the cutter.