A man jumped into my swim lane unannounced as I lapped. I don’t love sharing lanes, but I try to be friendly and welcoming. Most “co-swimmers” are considerate and stay in their (half of the) lane. But not this guy. My hands and feet kept bumping into him as he veered over and over into the middle, even as I scraped the lane line to avoid him.

I nevertheless congratulated myself: This would have ruined my swim and perhaps even my day, years ago. “Inconsiderate ass!” I could hear my younger self. But I’m wise now, right? Don’t sweat the small stuff! I let things go, know I don't control anyone but myself, even think good thoughts (maybe some neurological disorder interfered with this man’s knowing where he was in the water?). Blah blah blah.

Turns out, I may........

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