120+kms of city and country roads and highways, across 14 towns and cities, over 3 hours. Nothing unusual about that drive, yet. But wait, there’s more: ZERO honking the car horn. Yup, not even a single, lonely beep-beep.

I drove south to Laguna yesterday morning to give a motivational talk to some young professionals who had no idea the kind of person they’ve invited -but that’s for another cup. Maybe tomorrow. We’ll see. This, for now…

Before driving off, I told myself and the car I was driving that I was going to test my patience by not hitting that part of the steering wheel for any reason, at all:

If a crazy stupid driver cuts me off, I will ignore. If I hit my horn in anger, he’d just drive away anyway and will probably forget about this poor guy behind him while I keep my anger for the next 5kms. Like I’m giving him permission to control my emotions. I lose. And lose more precious hair still thinking about him. Useless.

I will stop. I will slow down. I will give way, if necessary. I will not ho-ho-horn.

But for some reason for the entire stretch, there was absolutely no 'opportunity' that came along. Not even a temptation. Or a stray cat. I guess sometimes, life offers you what you’ve prepared for.

Here’s to practicing more patience. Cheers!

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