I would not have guessed that there are so many definitions for the word patience. It means – the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset.
It’s the quality … as the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like.
So Patience is a capacity, a quality, an ability, and a willingness. I think that means we don’t know exactly what it is. The word isn’t elusive – everything else about seems to be.
I am infused with the desire to not just act with more patience and awareness – but be more patient and aware. And here’s why –
I found my jacket. Two weeks passed before I noticed it was even missing last night. I searched high and low, racked my brain for a memory of the last time I wore it, wondered if one of the maintenance workers in my loft might have taken it – and came up with nada.
It’s in my son’s car. I left it in his hotel room. I don’t remember wearing it and I obviously didn’t remember that I’d been wearing it that night.
Sobriety is full of surprises. This feels like emerging from a sober blackout. I didn’t know they existed.
There’s much work to do.