Stock Pot serving and keeping that feeling

I don't know how I can move so quickly through that feeling from ecstasy back to junk that doesn't serve me.  I did make it over to the Stock Pot food line yesterday and I'll post my experience. But, really now - shame on me! In less than 3 hours, I was already stressed at work again. My coworkers leading me to breathe and calm down. I'm a yoga teacher and one who, apparently, needs some help to Zen out! 

Here's some stuff that does serve me. So I went to the Stock Pot and had that experience, you know the one, where everything fits in place like a puzzle. Your expectations are exceeded and it's a perfect situation. Of course, there is no exactly perfect situation. I can attest to that at age 35! There are always quirks. But this is the best kind of experience. Perfect anyway. The women who run the Stock Pot are these amazing angels from the Catholic Church serving out of the Presbyterian Church. So I love that, already, because I love people of many religions blending and helping each other. The lady I served tea with was Methodist. She said, "I always say I'm Catholic on the 1st and 4th Thursdays of the month!" which is when she serves. We have the angels and the people who need us. The people who need us are mostly polite and respectful - please and thank you. The elderly will break your heart. The working men make you sigh. We served 75 people yesterday. The kitchen ladies are short help next Thursday. As with any endeavor, I don't know how much time I have to help them. But this schedule seems okay. A long lunch some times on Thursdays. The library doesn't open until noon. I would miss an hour, at worst, of work which I can make up. My goal is once a month. As you can see, I feel sucked into next Thursday. I can't help it. But after that, I will need to slow down. The theatrical play that I am in and school starting may dominate my world again for a while. Stay tuned. I'll do my best to keep you posted.