Patience, when we have it, is a gift not only to ourselves but to those around us. Impatience, however, is often hidden from ourselves, but not from others.
I see myself balancing somewhere in the middle on the patience continuum. Patience for some things, yes, other things, no. Take traffic delays; they don't bother me. Today I sat in one for close to 15 minutes and all I could say was 'Ah so, I won't be waiting forever'. On the other hand, I am not patient with conversations that go on and on and on. I'm apt to interrupt, cut the person off, or ease away from the conversation. Hmm, when I go on and on, do I cut myself off? Just wondering!
The other day on my walk I stopped to chat with a
neighbor. He shared with me that he was a patient person; just is! For sure I believe him, hmm, I don't meet many people who have received that gift.