Why am I angry?
Because I’m genuinely trying to understand.
I wanted you to be patient with me — to explain what you meant.
But, you became frustrated with my questions.
Pushing back on me — me feeling dense.
Dismissive. As if I’m an idiot. Not worth your time to offer another perspective.
So, what’s in me that makes me angry?
Giving up on being patient.
Not wanting to be vulnerable to tell you that I felt stupid.
Yeah, that’s it. Lack of patience for myself too.
One to grow on for sure.
Lend more rope. For me. For you.
Stepping away from the judgment.
The opportunity to extend grace when that’s the last thing I want to do.
That’s a beautiful lesson to learn for both of us.
