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I think I’m broken. As I’ve aged, my patience has grown to where, 95% of the time, I’m as calm as a cucumber. That’s the complete opposite of when I was younger.
Within a month of retiring, I took a long-term substitute teaching assignment, having never taught before, with 16 second graders. Having survived that, I’m confident of myself dealing with any situation now, much better than when I was younger.
^^^ Just the opposite. I was always patient, probably the most patient person most people ever met. That suited me in my career and as a parent and husband and friend. I was probably too patient at times. Now, I no longer feel I have the luxury or time to suffer fools. That may be a natural aspect of being in my 70s and I saw that in a few older relatives and in-laws. I’m becoming my father-in-law in this respect. He would do anything for someone but no longer had the good natured willingness to give second or third chances if someone proved to be unreliable or disappointing.