Perspective

When I fumble into my car and head for the Bikram Yoga studio at 5:40 am, I'm often feeling pretty pleased with myself.

When I reach the corner of Crow Canyon and Camino Ramon, there's usually a woman waiting to cross the street. Sometimes I get there just in time for my light to turn red for her to cross. I have found myself looking for her, anticipating seeing her. She has become an important part of my day.

It always strikes me that she's not only up, but dressed and going to work at that hour.

I feel a deep sense of respect for that woman. I don't know her, but she is important to me. I honor her and thank her for the perspective she offers.