When Compassion Begins With Our Own Impatience
I notice my impatience most clearly in ordinary places. A slow queue. A delayed appointment. Someone walking ahead of me at a pace that does not match my own sense of urgency. Nothing dramatic is happening. No real harm is being done. And yet something in me tightens. The thoughts
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