Patience & Complexities

I often listen for a word for the beginning of the year.
I’m not into the New Year’s Resolutions where my perception
Is limited to imagining people setting unreachable goals,
And then, oh, somehow still feeling surprised when the
Passion and stamina run out before February.

I’ve been so negative lately. Why am I like that?
I used to be one of the most positive people I thought I knew.
My parents usually talked more positively about people
Day in and day out than the combination of other people I knew.
But somehow I’ve gotten "judgy"
and negative and self-focused.
I actually started pressing “delete” on that last adjective. But,
I can’t erase something just because I don’t like it.

One of my deep desires is to be authentic,
Even if I don’t like what I see.
Even if I want to print a better, more lovable version of myself
On paper:
I can’t do it.
And I somehow don’t want to.
I can’t connect an inauthentic part of who I am with someone else
Because it’s like oil and water.
I might try to stir it all around and pour it out before it separates,
But it does.
It always separates, eventually,
So I’m forced to process and re-evaluate.

So, one thing I do as the New Year approaches, is I ask God
To give me a word for the upcoming calendar year.
It doesn’t have to just be one word, but that’s usually what it is.

This year, the word was “patience.”
I didn’t like it.
It sounded boring, and I didn’t want
To have to go through that thing that happens when
You’re developing a new character trait—which is
Refinement by fire—finding myself in situations
Where the most natural reaction would be impatience,
So that I can grow more patient.
I don’t want to be in frustrating situations or around
Frustrating things.

So, as I’ve been developing this year—
In the midst of infant cries,
that I am unable to
interpret just as quickly as I
think I’ve figured out how to translate them,
I’m finding that I’ve become stale, boring, negative, and impatient.

I tell stories about the student essays that suckkk,
And the parent emails that are driving me crazy
Because they are sent to me one after the other
From frantic, stressed-out parents who want their kids
To succeed more than the kids themselves do.
I get stuck on the idea that
Everyone is just living enough to get by and that
Few people really value being true to anything anymore—
Other than the selves we’ve propped up in front of the cameras
That are flashing in our hands.

So, maybe these stories and thoughts,
more than I realize,
are more
A reflection of the impatience that has grown inside of me.
Maybe I’m supposed to be learning how to really embrace a
Whole-milk version of patience,
Rather than a 2%, 1% or fat free option.
Maybe the patient response I send to a parent doesn’t
Mean much if I’m internally scorning them for the bad vibes they sent
Through to my inbox;
Maybe it’s all about the storm outside
And inside.

How calm am I?
How gentle is my spirit towards the ones I am around?
How life-giving are my thoughts and attitudes towards
My neighbors, my students, their parents, my friends, my
Husband, my daughter, myself?

Patience seemed like a disappointing focus for the
Year set before me,
But now,
Halfway through this double-twenty,
The scales are starting to fall off of my eyes,
And I’m seeing more than specks
Reveal themselves before me, inside of me.

My plate will always be a mixture of the enjoyable,
Lovely, delightful, strenuous, boring, and unlikeable moments
And tasks.
I desire to develop an internal calm and peace
And patience in and out of all of these things.
Lord, keep molding me, don’t give up on me,
I’m listening, and I want to grow.

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