Remember how excited you used to get when a train rolled by?

You’d squeal and count the cars, hoping to get to a hundred.

Now, you try your best to avoid it and just deal with it on the occasion you must.

Or you begin to fill with a thin layer of anxiety over anger, your fingers tapping the steering wheel, counting to ten with lung-pulsing breaths.

What would happen if you just stopped all of that foolishness?

Let it pass. And then move on.