This morning I went to a yoga class at the Sky Garden, a glass-enclosed space on the top floor of the City of London’s fifth tallest skyscraper.

Towards the end of the class two girls next to me kept giggling loudly, distracting me from copying the instructor’s movements.

I was feeling angry. Frustrated. Thinking:

“How am I meant to focus on relaxing when when these two keep having fun and making noise?!”

After a few seconds it dawned on me how ridiculous that was — the whole reason I came here was to take my mind off all the little things that don’t matter, and instead of doing that I somehow managed to find even littler things to worry about! Worst of all, the thing that was frustrating me was other people who’d managed to achieve what I was trying to do!

At that point I started chuckling to myself.

From then on my day was a lot better.