I believe it was an interview with or a novel by Ann Lamott where I stumbled across the prayer "Open your heart... open your heart." Ann Lamott is a passionate Christian and I'm not sure if I believe in God or not, but I still find this very useful as a mantra. When I find myself growing blind with rage with banal elevator chit chat or the car in front of me hitting brakes at a green light (quite possibly my two biggest pet peeves), I repeat that until I start freeing myself from the anger and resentment.
The problem is that I'm a child of the 80s...
