I’m beginning to realize the reason I’ve always been known for having patience is because I’ve always walked away, turned away or found my mom (she never tells) to have a meltdown of irritation. I don’t have that luxury any more. I can’t simply turn away, I have to turn a blind eye, put on a smile and pretend like it’s my favorite thing in the world. Yeah, I’m not dealing well with that. I’m discovering that I have a rather shot temper.
On the bright side, this are starting to get better. I’m starting to deal. I won’t say I’ve got much patience, but I’m learning to deal.