Have you ever been in a situation where you feel rushed, but everything seems to conspire against you arriving to your location on time? The cross walks seem to be filled with bus loads of geriatric people with recent hip replacements, every light turns red just as you arrive and it doesn’t matter what lane you get into, the car you end up behind happens to be the slowest driver on the road. Or maybe it’s a task with a deadline, and any time you begin to focus your phone rings, or your boss walks up to ask you a question, or some coworker needs your help with something only YOU can resolve. I don’t often feel that way, normally I don’t feel rushed to complete a task or arrive to my location faster than normal, but I feel like whenever I do….It’s inevitably going to be the most frustrating experience to date.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned with my two (ok one, but the other one soon) teens is patience: Patience with the eye-rolls and the sighs of frustration, the complaints and the shirking of responsibilities, homework assistance and the attitudes. I am patient with my children. So why do I have such a problem extending that lesson to others? Probably because I don’t live or love the other people, but even still, I am familiar with the necessity for patience in all things. You can never plan for the unexpected, you can only plan for the certain time-sinks of the unexpected.
So I write this passage not as a column of advice, but more of a call for help: How do I become more patient with the world around me?