Patience Is a Virtue I Keep Misplacing

There are days I feel like a monk in training.
Not because I meditate on mountaintops or wear orange robes—but because every single moment feels like a test of patience. And if I’m being real with you, I think I’m failing at least 60% of the time. (Okay fine, maybe 80%. I’m rounding down for emotional reasons.)

Lately, the tiniest things have been getting under my skin, like:

• The elevator taking a lifetime when I’m already late—are the buttons shy or just passive-aggressive?

• My laptop deciding right now is the perfect time to update—right before I send an urgent email.

• A mosquito biting me mid-Zoom call while I try not to swat at it like I’m performing interpretive dance.

• Getting a text reply that simply says “K.” Is that a confirmation or a cold war declaration?

• Opening the fridge, forgetting why, closing it, then remembering—repeat until the ozone layer files a complaint.

• Dropping food on my shirt exactly one minute before leaving the house. It's practically a ritual at this point.

The Ultimate Test of Patience: PMS + Technology = Meltdown

And then… there are those days.

You know the ones. When your period shows up like an uninvited guest—bringing cramps, cravings, emotional plot twists, and a full-blown identity crisis.

Case in point: I recently bought a big, shiny TV. A little treat for myself. I was thrilled. I hadn’t watched TV in ages and thought, Tonight, I unwind. Just me, my snacks, and something comforting on screen.

But no.

I couldn’t get it to connect to the WiFi.
Casting from my phone? Refused to cooperate.
I sat there, bloated and overly emotional, mashing every button on the remote like it owed me rent money.

At one point, I found myself whispering, “Why are you doing this to me?” like the TV had personally betrayed me.
I didn’t want to troubleshoot settings—I wanted peace, popcorn, and a predictable rom-com. Instead, I got tech rage and hormonal chaos.

And in the middle of it all, I snapped at someone close to me. Not because they did anything wrong—just because they were there, breathing, while I was having a moment. A mini tantrum, fueled by frustration and PMS.
Of course, once the fog lifted and the mood mellowed, the guilt rolled in. That heavy, sinking feeling of Why did I act like that?
It wasn’t them. It was my emotions staging a coup. And I felt awful.

If you’ve ever found yourself crying over a stubborn device while your uterus plots your emotional downfall—and then felt terrible for lashing out—you are not alone.

So, What Do We Do When We’re Irritated by… Everything?

We pause.
We breathe.
We try—one deep sigh at a time—to be patient.

And when that doesn’t work, we try again. Maybe with a snack.

Because real growth isn’t about being zen 24/7. It’s about catching ourselves mid-meltdown, choosing not to spiral, and laughing about it later—even if we cried about it first.

Gentle Reminder to Self

I’m not patient all the time.
But I’m learning to notice when I’m about to lose it.
And most importantly—I’m learning not to let one irritated moment ruin an entire day.

Life is already unpredictable. I don’t need to add more chaos by yelling at the WiFi router.

So if you’ve also misplaced your patience lately—especially on days when you’re hormonal, hungry, and desperately craving a little peace—you’re not alone.

You’re doing okay.
You’re wonderfully human.
And yes, you’re allowed to be a little dramatic sometimes.

Let’s keep growing, laughing, and pressing “reset” when we need to.
One mini-meltdown at a time.

With love (and maybe a heating pad),
Vee