Once upon a time I was not a patient person. My life, the traffic, the checkout line – none of it moved fast enough for me. I remember reading a book back in the 70s titled Don’t Push the River (by one of Fritz Perls’ followers), and thinking, “why not??”
About ten years ago I went to see my Unitarian pastor about my marriage, hoping that he would tell me if I should stay or go.
(He’s also a practicing Buddhist.) He told me I was too “ambitious.”
What? Me? He explained that he meant ambitious in the sense that I was striving for an answer (pushing the river) when the answer wasn’t yet ready to present itself. Ambition as a form of impatience.
One day a couple of years later the answer revealed itself clearly and simply – and because of that patient stewing period the ensuing separation was pretty painless.
These days I’m much much more patient than I used to be. Yoga has definitely helped. Being older and having more perspective on what’s really important has also helped.
The fellow over at ZenHabits has a post up with his tips on cultivating patience. He suggests keeping track of your impatient moments by making check marks on a tally sheet, and by noticing what specific sorts of things tally impatient feelings.
My friend Paul suggests rock-stacking, as he did on a recent camping trip.
I’m done with traffic and checkout line impatience. Those have been gone for years. My two biggest impatience triggers these days are:
- people who talk on and on (an on), without ever seeming to be able to locate their point
- wanting to know the outcome of a situation in the future (that I can’t possibly know till that time arrives) -like whether this old high school friend and I will actually be able to create a viable relationship when we see each other at reunion in mid-August…. my imagination can’t let this puppy rest!
All my spiritual learnings tell me to breathe and be here now, since NOW is all I’ve got. Ever. Werner used to tell us “what is is; what isn’t isn’t” – get over it.