I am not a patient person.
In fact, if I was able to pick any one trait that I could have more of, it would be patience.
But for some reason, I love untangling necklaces. When a few chains have been thrown into a jewelry box, and can’t be worn because they’ve become all ensnared in one another. I like to slowly pick them apart and with that careful picking, watch them unravel.
It’s an odd exception to the story I tell myself about my inherent lack of patience.
We all tell ourselves stories about ourselves. But no rule is ever absolute. There’s always exceptions.