Giddy

I’m find that as I get older, there are fewer opportunities to feel giddy, therefore I try to truly cherish those moments. I went to an amusement park on Saturday with a friend who hasn’t been on a coaster in close to 10 years. She felt giddy after riding each of them. As a roller coaster enthusiast (meaning I ride a lot of coasters, a lot), those opportunites only come to me with a new coaster, and even then, only if it’s exciting.

Last night, I felt giddy. Tom and I went to see Monster House in digital 3D. We’ve seen digital, done well. We’ve seen 3D, done well. This was our first time with both together, done well. The initial amount of perceived space tickled me. It was done so well, that shortly into the movie, the third dimension felt natural. I leaned over and said, “there will come a time when this is no longer impressive.”

Oh, and I’m excited about getting my first real pair of dance shoes. They should arrive Wednesday, just in time for class. We’ll see if I’m still as giddy once I’m elevated 3”. :)

Patience

…is a virtue I appreciate more each day. I have traditionally been an impatient person, although because I’m self-policing, a lot of my frustration has been “safely” squelched away, internally, so as not to appear unreasonable. Yeah, right. With an audible sigh, a scowl, and eyes to the sky, how could I appear patient? And furthermore, why try to appear to be something I’m not; can’t I just learn to be patient? I wonder how many people who appear to be patient are just better at acting.

The method I have been trying to use is to consider times in my own life when I’ve not approved of my behavior or words, and considering that someone else might be dealing with something similar. Whether it’s because I’m tired, moody, hungry, in pain, confused, worried, scared, overconfident, disrespectful, inconsiderate, lazy, selfish, jealous, defensive, upset, grieving, frustrated, helpless, ill, or in some otherwise affected state, my ability to be patient is compromised. Whether these are acceptable states of being is another post. We’re taking baby steps, here.

I think I’ve gotten a lot better with patience in recent past, but there was one major component I was missing: being patient with myself. I realized I needed to be patient with myself by necessity when went through a troubling experience. Not optimal, but the silver lining is that it led me to my next lesson, which I’m currently working through.

At what point does patience shift into tolerance, and how does one decide where to draw the line between not enough tolerance and too much?

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