The FedEx Truck That Tried to Ruin My Day

I was in a rush.
Client call to prep for.
Keys in the ignition.
Just about to back out of my parking spot…

When a FedEx truck swings in and parks directly in front of me.

Blocks me in.
No hesitation.
No glance.
Just hops out and goes on his way.

And instantly, my brain lit up:

“Are you f*cking kidding me?”
“Move your damn truck—I’ve got to GO.”

My pulse spiked.
Jaw clenched.
Hands gripping the wheel like I could will him back into the driver’s seat.

Old pattern: hurry, pressure, urgency, control.

For about 60 seconds, I was ready to lose it.
I could feel the version of me who reacts before she breathes.
The one who goes from zero to ten in a blink.
The one who mistakes inconvenience for disrespect.

And then something in me shifted.

The Pause That Saved My Day

I exhaled.
Turned on the AC.
Put on some music.
And said out loud, to no one:

“I guess the universe wants me to slow down.”

And I did.

I sat there — not because I wanted to, but because something inside me finally caught the pattern before the pattern ran me.

Two minutes later, the driver came back.
Moved the truck.
Drove away.

I made it home on time.
Had a snack.
Showed up grounded for my client instead of wired and pissed.

And that’s the work.
Right there.
Not the big, shiny, breakthrough moments.

The micro-moments where you choose not to let your old reaction run your whole damn day.

It Was Never About the Truck

Here’s the truth:
It’s rarely about the truck.

It’s about the habit to hurry.
The reflex to control.
The impulse to go faster, prove more, fix everything.

It’s the nervous system whispering:
“If I slow down, I’ll fall behind.”
“If I don’t react, it’ll all fall apart.”
“If I don’t push, nothing will move.”

But urgency is its own addiction.
And catching it — even once — is a quiet kind of liberation.

I’m still practicing.
Still catching the moments I want to snap, rush, or react.
Still learning to breathe instead of bulldoze.

And honestly? Two minutes of pause changed my entire day.

Maybe You’ve Had a FedEx Moment Too

The kind that tests your patience.
The kind that pokes at old patterns.
The kind you swear isn’t a big deal — but your body tells the truth anyway.

If you’re navigating moments like that, you’re not alone.
And you’re not wrong.
You’re just getting better at catching yourself before the pattern takes the wheel.

- Jen