Impatient
Sunday, April 30th, 2006After leaving work yesterday, I went to the mall to order some blinds for
our windows. Several of the windows were larger than 1 blind size, so I
needed to make decisions about how I wanted those blinds to be. I sat with
the store clerk looking at different options, and suddenly Warren said “Need
to leave to go have a cig”. I immediately stopped and tried to assess what I
was feeling. Physically I was feeling fairly normal, no stiffness, no rapid
heartbeat, no tension, etc. What was this? Where was it coming from? I kind
of stuffed it away, and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but
realized that I could no longer focus well at all. The clerk went to make a
phone call to verify some information, and I tried to figure out what the
“Situation” and “Emotions” were. I realized that since I’ve been a smoker, I
have had a certain time limit that I allow on any given task that doesn’t
really stimulate me. Before I went into the store, I had taken the
measurements, and looked up on the chart what it was that I needed to order.
When I went in, I figured it would take me about 45 minutes to get them
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