Earlier tonight, I discovered a typo in a previous blog post. In the past, upon spotting a typo, the chorus of Alice Merton's "Lash Out" would come to mind, and I'd swear, pound on the desk, and/or throw a random object at the wall.
I did none of those things tonight. Instead, I corrected the mistake calmly and went on with life.
This must be that mellowing-with-age concept I've heard about.
