Today, I'm experiencing something similar. A phase of my life is nearing its conclusion, and I have new goals and dreams to follow - but not quite yet. There are things I must do - things I feel obliged to do and which I do not begrudge doing - before I can begin the next phase, and step lightly to one side of the regularly trodden path. Here's the thing; I'm suddenly desperately weary of the daily nonsense that I have to face when I set foot outside of our home, whether it's at work or the general hubbub of suburban life and co-existing with tens of thousands of other humans.
I feel that my ability to bite my tongue (and you know how good I've always been at that! :P) is weakening almost daily, that my patience with extreme silliness and tolerance of blatant incompetence is wearing thin more quickly than time is passing. In other words, I'm out of sync with my own schedule: I'm going to run out of patience before I can escape to the countryside and chill out on the porch with a jug of moonshine, ten pounds of beef jerky and a pipe of terbaccy. Now, since I've always been the soul of discretion, patience and love and light, I'm worried that this might be a permanent change...or that I might simply explode and be scattered across the Canadian countryside (at least we have the room here).
Anyone have useful strategies for coping with becoming more and more curmudgeonly (aside from violence, of course)?