I taught myself a lesson in patience this week. It isn’t one of my strong suits, so I work on it, but those darn traffic lights . . .
While driving to work on Monday, I pulled up to a traffic light just as it got to the end of the yellow. I had to stop and that’s all well and good. But it’s a LONG wait for the green. The intersection actually controls six directions because it is situated at an underpass of a freeway and there are off- and on-ramps included in the turn-taking.
I don’t always openly show my impatience, but not showing it doesn’t mean I’m not impatient. On Monday, however, instead of the impatience, I looked at the time to see how long it took to get around to green again. I could do that because I was right there when the yellow changed to red.
Not having a stop watch, the best I could do was look at the clock on the dashboard.
It was nearly, but not quite, two minutes. Hmmmm . . . . it always feels longer than that.
I decided in the scheme of things, that I didn’t need to feel impatient anymore. Even though I seldom get a green light at that intersection, Monday was only the first time I had to wait from the end of the yellow until my turn came around. Two minutes isn’t so long after all.
I have eleven traffic lights to deal with on my commute. None of them take as long as the 6th light. I have never been late for work in twenty-two years because I allow more than plenty of time for the drive. So even if I hit the full ‘nearly two-minute’ light again, I won’t let it get to me.
What took me so long, eh?
On my behalf, though, I haven’t always taken that route. I only added that route within the last two years and as I said, I never had to wait the FULL light before. But I’m not going to balk at lessons in patience when I get them handed to me!