Seems absurd, writing about something you don’t have.

I don’t have patience.

I have some, but not a lot. But at least I recognize that. That is the first step. Now I am working on improving my patience. 

It is a journey. I am making more progress. I am being mindful of the times I feel those old familiar sensations of frustration, anger and injustice. I am learning how to use that scared space between stimulus and response to choose my thoughts and thereby choose the way it is going to make me feel.

Changing

“It’s not fair that it should be this way to me.”

To

“It is foolish to have expectations that things should happen the way I want them to.”

Changing

“Here I am again waiting on someone else.”

To

“I have thought ahead, brought a book and can enjoy that during this time.”

This is being vulnerable. About exposing the cracks in your armor. About being human. It is also about the process and journey of overcoming those obstacles. We can all learn from each other when we share our stories of our weaknesses and our resilience.