Beautiful mullet plants grew from birdseed, zero water, technically a weed, so my business partner chopped them down so they wouldn't spread.

Even a zen master like myself has moments of weakness. She got mad at me for "freeking out" about a weed.

She's done this sort of thing before.

However, this is a good example, I ask myself why I was upset, simply that this very healthy weed brought me joy.

Attachment is the root of all suffering.

So instant calm. So I ask myself, what happens when she does it again? Nothing.

I'm good now. Joy comes from within, you can't have it without.

Old me would have ruminated and held a grudge. How barbaric.