Be patient or become one.
I saw this on a license plate on the way to work this morning and I almost felt the need to smack myself in the head.
Of course. A lesson I’ve been learning for months and months. If you’re patient and not rushing (to make a decision, to get somewhere, to heat up your lunch), your day will go so much smoother. You’ll have lower blood pressure and a lower pulse rate, and you won’t feel as if you’re on edge all the time.
Paul Coelho said: “Why is patience so important? Because it makes us pay attention.” Slow down, take your time. Say “patience grasshopper” out loud if you have to.
Patience is defined as an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay; to bear provocation, annoyance, misfortune or pain without complaint, loss of temper, or irritation.
A tall order, to be sure. But why sweat the small stuff? In our everyday lives, we’re likely not trying to send a rocket into space or performing brain surgery on the Pope. We’re just trying to get by day by day.
Of course, as we age, patience becomes harder. Carl Hiaasen said “One problem with age is that patience begins to ebb.” Do you find that to be true? As I age, I’m learning more about myself and how to be patient. And kind. And amazing.