Work is beginning to consume me. This past week was a lesson about patience and anger. For the first time, anger felt like a fire that spreads when one fails to extinguish it fast. A careless comment by an individual had sparked a flame deep inside me. My inability to control it resulted in me passing on that anger to those who cross my path. Passing that anger on not only made me more angry, it didn't make work any easier.
Note to self: Douse the flames of anger as quickly a possible.
A week on, looking back I realize that work will never be forever rosy. Roses will one day wither. And then a new one appears.
Be patient. Persevere. Stay strong.