I wake up every morning with a to-do list tattooed in my brain. I wait for no one, and neither does my list. When my husband met me,
I was working a full-time, and two part-time jobs. And studying a post-graduate course…!
My impatience got tested when I was hired to teach English in the Japanese public schools. You’ll see, there were many personal obstacles for that, first of all, I had never worked with children before, so I wasn’t sure someone with no experience in the art of teaching children could survive the experience, and last, but not least, I didn’t like children.
But we all survived me 😁 The children and I grew fond of each other, and as a result, I enriched my life. And maybe, I have learned to be patient with others but not with myself. I haven’t learned to be patient with myself yet. I am hard on me as if I were my own judge and hangman.
But I am learning to be kind to myself, to listen to myself, to walk while appreciating the morning sunshine rather than walking towards the train station as an automaton.
But Rome wasn’t built in a day, so the only thing that it is left for me to do is to be patient.
Ironic, isn’t it?