Why am I so angry?

“Financial freedom is available to those who learn about it and work for it.”

~ Robert Kiyosaki

I have no idea why I am so angry today.

Maybe it's the weather.

It is another dreary grey day here.

I doubt that's what it is.

I actually prefer days like today. The afternoon sun takes often takes its toll on me when I drive.

I just can't seem to pinpoint where this anger is coming from.

It doesn't help that there seems to be a detour due to some sort of construction on just about every road I travel.

But seriously,this is nothing new so I should be used to it.

Why did I get angry because one of my passengers wasn't ready today and I had to make a special trip to go get her?

Again I should be used to this as it seems to happen with her at least once a week.

I got angry at the moron who poked her car into an intersection cutting off my ability to make a turn (not like this isn't a daily occurrence).

I got angry at the women standing and chatting in the middle of an intersection instead of on the curb.

I got angry at the parents dropping their kids off by the front doors at the center instead of parking and walking them in (Gee what a surprise!)

I got angry at the drivers who passed me as I inched my van over the speed bumps

(like they're more important than I am).

Once again, this happens all of the time so why am I angry about it today?

I am angry because I am relegated to driving the van as my bus is still in the shop,where it has been since last Thursday.

This following a week of me having to use the van while the other driver used my bus while his bus was in for service.

I have no idea what's behind this anger.

I just know that it's there.

The easy fix would be to stop being angry.

Sounds fairly simple ,however,for some unknown reason I just don't seem ready to do that.

I am not enjoying holding on to my anger.

It's destructive as well as counterproductive.

Still,it's there.

And it's annoying me.

So why am I choosing to hang on to it.

Even more curious to me is why I am not choosing to let go?

This certainly is not me being kind to me.

Now I find myself grappling with this quote from Rabbi Hillel:

If I am not for myself, who will be for me?

If I am not for others, what am I?

And if not now, when?

Damn good questions!