I’ve never been very fond of rules. It doesn’t matter what they are rules for, or whether they are actually good rules to have in place, I just feel the urge to break them.
I grew up in a family of workaholic males. My father has since retired but my brother is still hard at it, doing long hours and essentially prioritising work above many other things in his life. Prioritising it above the fun stuff, the lovey-dovey stuff, the stuff you wish you had done before you died stuff, and the ‘only happens once’ stuff. The men in my family are no different to many in Australia and I think it can have a pretty damaging impact on society.
I have no problem admitting that I struggle with patience. I’m quite well aware of the benefits of being patient. I’d like to be more patient….. but when I’m standing in a 5 person long cashier line at the supermarket or waiting to go through a slow security screen at the airport, it’s best not to speak to me.