Note - Two background facts that make this story particularly surprising are that I'm rather (1) frugal and (2) unspontaneous.
A couple of days ago, on the way to work, I prayed that I'd be able to let go of some of the anxiety I'd been holding on to...and then promptly forgot my prayer.
At lunch, I slipped away from my desk to run to the bank. On the way back, I stumbled on Luke's Lobster truck. I'd heard some rave reviews and had been trying to catch it for a several weeks, but (1) it's a little pricey for lunch and (2) tends to attract daunting lines. However, on that particular day, I had cash in my pocket, fresh from the bank, and since it wasn't quite noon yet, the line was only knee-deep. I danced back and forth for a moment, contemplating my reasons to keep walking: I'd brought a lunch from home; Luke's was expensive; I hadn't planned on a detour.
Thankfully, I didn't listen to reason and ended up munching on a lobster roll in the park, reading a novel, soaking up sunshine and smiling to myself. No, my anxiety didn't vanish, but the mini mid-day break gave me some greatly appreciated R&R.