So I fucked up. Went for an amazing all day hike (first time taking a solo day at n two years ...thank you NMMNG). Parked like a dip shit. Got towed. 100 miles. Wallet in the glove. Did I call my wife to come save me? Did I whine and whimper on the phone to her? Did I rage about the unfairness of life? Nope. I called a buddy. Had him arrange an Uber and a hotel (couldn’t get my car till the morning). Called my wife, told her “everything is handled. Enjoy the night with your girls.” When I got the $467 tow bill 10 minutes ago did I then call and whine and rage? Nope. Texted my wife . “Got the car on my way home.” When she asked how much. I told her and then laughed about how great it is to be rich. She was like “are you ok?” I texted back. Yep😁. The old dog at the tow yard asked “Did you serve?” I said “nope but I have friends who did”. Old dog says “you act like a guy who served”. Wow. 4 weeks into being red pulled and an old dog notices my Alpha vibe. Thanks MRP thanks Rollo. Old blue pill me would have looked to my wife for help, support, empathy etc.... fuck that. New me’s gonna go home and get laid.