If there was one thing about my husband that I could improve, I’d have to say it’s his wife.
Ask me that on a bad day and my answer might be different, but today I’m looking at life with a glass half full of grace. Michael’s not perfect, but trying to change him has never been effective. Working to transform ourselves however, has changed the way we live and the way that we love.
Living with another person isn’t so easy — I learned that 40 years ago when I shared a bed with my sister. It takes a whole lot of patience.
What is patience? It’s the bearing of provocation or misfortune without complaint. In other words it’s holding your temper when you’re angry, and biting your tongue when you’re about to say something you shouldn’t.
I’m reminded of those earlier years when computers were new. Sometimes I thought they were ridiculous, and other days I wanted nothing more than to toss them aside and go back to the old way of doing things. Paper and pen made sense, windows and programs didn’t. I can’t tell you how many nights I spent on the telephone with technicians trying to figure out how to perform the most basic functions. One of which involved simply turning the computer off and turning it back on. Who knew?!
Ever minimize a window and exclaim, “Oh no! What did I do?!” Yeah, that was me.
It wasn’t until I understood computers and had a little experience with them that I finally learned to fully appreciate their value. Now I get it. I still need my kid’s to help me now and then, but I appreciate everything that one little machine can do.
Patience was a necessary virtue in learning and growing.
[Read the rest of the article at The Time-Warp Wife.]