My patience level, which is not exactly a deep reservoir, becomes as thin and as strong as a sheet of cheap toilet paper. This particular trait makes me so enjoyable to be around. Yes, that's sarcasm. That's another stress-induced trait that rears its ugly head. This lack of patience and overabundance of sarcasm have led me into a couple of frustrating situations recently. I hate this.
I'm not ending well.
I had hoped that this would be a bittersweet transition into the next phase of our lives, but right now it just feels like I want to pack up and quietly slip away. Sadly, I'm not sure I'd be missed.
Some of the stressors are legitimate, and I frequently excuse myself with these, but my inability to refrain from contentious responses are all me. I see a opening and regardless of my real opinion, I interject an argument. My husband is truly appreciative of this mighty skill I have. Especially on a Sunday morning on the way to church.
I'm not sure what I need to do right now about this. God and I have had some talks, but I'm still tripping all over it. Sometimes I think I just need to pull up my big-girl panties and realize
I wish I were a person who was missed.
Maybe it's not too late.