Well, my perspective on time has definitely shifted as I’ve gotten older, so that what used to seem like a vast amount of time now goes by in a flash. I now expect that anticipated events will be upon me surprisingly soon; there’s no such thing as “far off” anymore, it seems. Chicago winters, which used to be interminable, now scoot right by (though still not as quickly as the summers). All of that does make me feel as though I’m never really waiting around for anything. Whatever it is, it’ll be here soon enough.
In terms of patience as forbearance, there’s been a shift there too. Not much strikes me as worth worrying about anymore. Little perturbations come and go, and things usually work out just fine. Maybe not in the way I would have chosen, but just fine anyway.
And finally, as for patience toward people and their foibles, I’ve worked long enough on my own foibles to know how entrenched and impervious to reason they can be, and how hard it can be to even see these things in the first place, or imagine that a better way is possible. I’ve had to really work at being patient with myself in all this, and I guess I’m more inclined to cut others some slack as a result.