
Almost every morning these days I do my little morning practice. It's very simple. And honestly, I confess I do it half asleep because I'm sooooooo not a morning person.
I recite the Bodhisattva vow, and then if I have time, I do a little mantra recitation and stuff. (Stuff these days being something called ngundro.)
One morning about, I dunno, a month ago, I didn't do it. I had time but I went straight to the computer and got on with my day. Probably rebelling against routine.
That day at work, I watched myself get pissy about little shit. Someone misfiled some binders! Oh, heavens!
Normally I'd just put them in the right place, but I watched as old habits reared their ugly snake-heads (well, I like snakes, but I was hissy-mad, irritated, "How could they be so lazy as to just stick the binders on the shelf without even bothering? It takes three seconds...." crank-crank-cranky-crank). I left a nasty little notes for the alphabetically incompetent.
Hunh.
I used to be like that all the time. Getting on people's cases about petty crap that doesn't matter.
I went back and removed one of the two notes (couldn't find the other) and decided to do my practice every morning, without fail. Even half asleep, that little bit makes a difference.
Anyways, I had some fandom wankiness come up today, and I didn't bite. Four years ago, I would've gone berserk.