I have a cat staying with me. She has only come out of hiding in the basement twice. Once last night and once this morning. If I go and look for her, she won't come. If I wait for her to come to me, she might. I don't know if this is the kind of patience I have. I do know that there are different kinds of patience. I can wait on line, as long as I see progress, and not loose my cool. I am less patient when on the phone, or especially on some automated phone messaging system where you have to wait for all the cues before making a selection. I can be patient with children and elders, but was not at all too patient with my husband, or other friends and family of whom I have greater expectations. I am sometimes patient with myself, sometimes not, and it often seems a measure of fatigue. I am less patient when I'm tired.
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posted by the other Joan @ 12:31 PM
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