Frazzled, like this guy:
So last night I sat on my floor with intention. To breathe in, breathe out. Not think, just be. You know, all that stuff.
That lasted about a minute . . . because this guy:
. . . ran across the floor right in front of me.
I have lived in New York for 6 1/2 years, and I still scream bloody murder when I see a mouse.
So much for flexibility.