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Patience Is a Virtue I Lacked Most of my Life
Rushing through everything affected my life and my relationships with others for years before I decided to change
How many things can you carry on a usual trip to get a snack from the kitchen, to save time going back and forth? How many tasks can you do at the same time? Is it worth getting annoyed when someone moves a little too slow for your pace?
These are the questions that used to loom through my mind every single day, at every step, whenever I would do even the simplest thing. My nights became ruled by sleep procrastination, while my thoughts would go on and on making plans to maximize my efficiency.
Efficiency in…activities like brushing my teeth, or reading, or making breakfast. My mornings would be shadowed by constant mind maps, getting broader and broader, while I was uncontrollably planning my time as if I was a machine destined to do everything faster.
Rushing was an inherent personality trait I always failed to acknowledge. And indeed, for a very long time, I saw it as a quality. Many people I knew praised me for how quick I was at everything, from mundane tasks like cooking or ironing to intellectual tasks like writing or studying.
