Impatience, just like patience, can wear thin.
I discovered this while sitting in traffic last Sunday. Normally I would have been making some sarcastic comment to the driver in front of me, who was not driving as intelligently as they should have been, but something inside of me was tired of being angry. Something inside me stopped the complaining chatter from leaving my mouth, let my tense arm muscles loosen, and heaved a weighted sigh.
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