I’ve been told that I am very patient, but this is not my experience of myself, at least, not of my thoughts.
I am impatient while waiting for text replies.
I am impatient when I’m stuck in traffic.
I’m impatient when I’m waiting for my children to get ready to leave the house.
Most of all, I’m impatient with myself: for repeatedly falling into the same patterns of behaviour and habits that I have been trying to avoid for years; for not speaking up for what I want; for not achieving more than I have; for forgetting to be gentle with myself (a paradox!); for not knowing how to be lonely.