The other day at The Container Store, a fellow shopper really grated my nerves. He wasn’t talking to me, but he was talking in a way to draw the attention of anyone within 6 rows of his person and voice. Amid my irritation, I had a choice. I could continue to bemoan him, or I could let go of my own drama and choose to see him through the eyes of love.
After some contemplation (and a step down from my high horse), I decided on love. He was just being him and my irritation was my own problem … not his. I was only experiencing him in a moment. I did not and could not appreciate what brought him to that day and that way of being. Maybe he was abandoned, maybe he was abused, maybe he was bullied, maybe he was used. Or, maybe he was just personality type super extra! The bottom line is that I had no idea of the life he lived on his way to that day in The Container Store. But my perspective was mine to own … and I could choose how I responded.
I am grateful for the opportunity to see the unlovely, the unseemly, and the untoward through eyes of kindness and love.
Photo: Retail store interior from Vecteezy.com