be more patient

I’ve decided that the best places to practice this are in queue at the grocery or anywhere actually, AND in my car. I get this little surge of impatience when I’m 3 minutes behind schedule and I get behind someone who throws off my whole routine by driving under the speed limit. I should begin to look at this as God’s way of telling me to slow down and enjoy the ride.

I have a very difficult time coping with people who need extra guidance, love and care. The more questions they ask that seem obvious to me, the more impatient I become. I think I’m going to subject myself to some volunteer work involving interactions with others. That way my patience is tried and possibly even reconditioned. I did volunteer work with special needs kids a couple of years ago and I have to say that it was actually refreshing. I found that in that case I didn’t mind explaining everything as carefully and repeatedly (if necessary.) Maybe I can learn something in doing that kind of work. Or maybe I could work with the elderly, something I haven’t done since I was a child. There is a lot you can learn from those much wiser, and the fact that things were slower in their time might also prove beneficial to the lessons. All I know is that I only wind up mad alone when I lose my patience, and solitary anger leads to self-loathing, something I no longer afford myself.