In the Sunday paper I read there was actually a place where you could purchase patience, the ad said supplies were limited so I jumped in my car and sped on my way. Once I arrived at the store, the first clerk sent me to three different locations. After 20 frustrating minutes of searching I finally arrived at the correct counter and was told to take a number. I looked to see that there was no one else waiting, but I took a number only to read that I was number 783. Over the intercom I heard the lady announce, “now serving number four.” What??!! I looked around in total disbelief and forcefully marched myself to the counter and presented my number to the lady standing there. “Rose” was printed on the woman’s nametag; she was quite frail looking and moved towards me at the speed of a snail on Valium.
“Rose” I said, “since there is no one else here, can you just take my order so I can be on my way?” “I’m sorry” Rose said slowly, “we are on number four, you will just have to wait until I call your number.” After about ten minutes Rose came back over the intercom and announced; “now serving number five.” Even Forrest Gump could do the math and realize that it would be days before Rose would call my number. So after fuming another 20 minutes while Rose slowly made it to number six, I decided to head back home. I realized on the way home that patience isn’t something you can buy; it’s something you learn…
1. Slow down.
2. Give away the control. Just when I thought I had this patience thing down and I was feeling confident that I had it under control, two words came into play – traffic jam. Ok, so first I breathe… but I can feel my heart racing and a little trickle of sweat starts to form right above my lip line. WTF I yell out… woah. That is not being patient, I know I can’t do anything about this, and that is what is tough. I look around and I see other people in their cars shouting or banging on their steering wheels, not too pretty. But then I look up in the sky and up near the clouds I can almost make out the words, Surrender Dorothy. Stop fighting it and accept the situation. So, I take another breath, bring in re-enforcements – my audible app – and I listen to my book on tape while sitting at a dead stop in 5 o’clock traffic.