I could easily sum that up in one sentence: I don’t have any!
There are times when I don’t exactly give up, but have to take a breather and remove myself from the situation. Sometimes coming back lets me see it clearer and I can begin whatever it was again, usually to full fruition.
I wonder if having kids of my own would have made a difference?
Parents are wonderfully patient with their kids most of the time, don’t you think?
However, I can play patience until the cows come home. I find it relaxing and therapeutic after a difficult day, and the game set I have on my laptop has several varieties in it, all with different levels of difficulty. Apart from the basic game, I didn’t know the rest and purely through trial and error, and of course patience, I was able to work them out.
Big pat on the back for me.