My Patience is Currently on Backorder

Let’s talk about the fuse. You know the one.

For most of my life, my "patience fuse" was long. It was a slow burn. I could handle long lines, incompetence, loud chewers, and meetings that could have been emails with a smile on my face.

But lately? That fuse isn't just short. It’s practically non-existent.

If you have recently found yourself filled with a white-hot, sudden rage because the person in front of you at the checkout counter decided to count out exact change in pennies... welcome to the club.

Society likes to call this "Menopausal Rage." They make it sound irrational, like we are unhinged.

But I have a different theory.

I don't think we are angry. I think we are just done.

We are part of the generation that has spent decades being polite, accommodating, and handling the mental load for everyone around us. We have "made nice" for 40+ years. And now, thanks to the shifting chemistry in our brains, the filter that used to stop us from saying "Are you kidding me?" has dissolved.

It’s not a mood swing. It’s an efficiency upgrade. We simply no longer have the bandwidth for nonsense.

So, if you find yourself snapping a little quicker this week, don't beat yourself up. You aren't becoming a monster. You are just a Chief Everything Officer (CEO) who has realized her time is too valuable to waste on bad drivers or people who don't know how to use the self-checkout.

Protect your peace (and your remaining patience) at all costs.

Keep thriving, Tribe.

Tracy 💗

💭 Reflection: What is the most ridiculous thing that annoyed you this week? (Mine was my husband breathing too loudly while I was trying to read).