Historically, I have had a pathological aversion to waiting. If everyone is given a finite capacity to wait, I formerly thought I used all mine up as a child. Being the eldest of 4 kids meant waiting, a lot. After ballet lessons, piano lessons, swim lessons..... There were so many family needs for my parents to juggle that getting everyone picked-up required a special scheduling App. Only we didn't have smart phones back in the 70's (AKA the olden days according to my kids). We didn't even have devices to entertain us while we waited. Perpetual impatience stuck to me from childhood to adulthood like a fungusy toenail. When I started my mindfulness practice a few months ago, I immediately had something to do when waiting--mindful breathing. When waiting for the tea to boil, the toast to toast, the kids to get their shoes on, I have a pastime that is even more portable than a book. It slows me down. I am a bit more patient. The surprising aspect of all this slowing down is that it doesn't leave me feeling as though I have less time. I feel as though I have more time. Carrying all that impatient fear of waiting took up time. Too much time, and I have better things to do with mine.