"Patience is a virtue." Why do people say that? I've learned that if I pray for patience, inevitably God will hit me right and left with tests to build patience. I will say that for Tuesday and Wednesday I did OK in the department of patience mindfulness. In involved a lot of listening--without interjecting my own opinion.
I did, though, at the end of the day, roll quickly down the slope of virtuous patience as I watched my husband try to open a bottle of wine. I wasn't patient; I was annoyed--and it wasn't his fault. He doesn't drink and is not used to opening a bottle of vino with an archaic tool. I could feel (and evidently he could as well) the fuse shortening as he turned the screw without top-down pressure. What resulted was a lot of little cork pieces falling on the counter top, but no movement of the actual cork.
I should have walked away and let him figure it out while I took a bath. But I didn't; strike one for me. It was the end of a long day with a rough migraine...I apologized to my hubby who bore my short fuse rather well. Lesson learned? Inability to be patient can and will affect family--most often negatively--and result in a well-deserved apology. Remedy? When you feel that fuse lighting, remove yourself and take five :
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