If Patience is a Fruit…Where’s mine?
I’m not the most patient person. In fact, I’m not very patient at all. Yesterday my patience was tested; and, for the most part…my patience failed. The trip home from DC took far longer than it should; in many ways we wasted a whole day; I got to do very little of the things I love to do in DC (It’s one of my favorite cities); and it was an expensive process.
So what did I learn? Reflecting on the experience today, as I sit calmly on my back patio, listening to the birds peacefully chirping; drinking some of the best coffee in the world; I learned that losing my patience yesterday was probably the biggest setback of the day. The inconveniences of traffic, lost wallets, and the waitress who forgot our food order making us almost late for the plane, probably were not huge deals in the scheme of my life. I have certainly had worse days. The fact that I was spending those moments with my near 17 year old son, who has a crazy summer starting tomorrow and this year enters his last year of high school and then will move away, should have been enough for me to enjoy the journey and time with him.
Hey, I’m only 44…. Who would have expected me to learn these things so soon in life? Perhaps with the grandchildren….
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