Patience grows like a callus, only from friction you didn’t run away from.

Patience is not a temperament some people were issued. It builds in the places where you stayed when you wanted to leave, and every time you sit through something slow rather than escaping it, the tolerance thickens slightly. Avoidance keeps you smooth and keeps you fragile.

Find one small thing this week you would normally cut short and stay with it to the end. A conversation, a queue, a task that is going badly. Nothing dramatic. The capacity comes from the accumulation of ordinary times you did not walk off.