The sun comes up, the sun goes down. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat again.
I’ve been waiting for some news on a couple of fronts. As much as I want answers though, life has a way of getting in the way and making me wait. I think it’s that way for most people. Life has a way of taunting you by sticking out its tongue at you and saying, “nah, nah, nah, not today, try again tomorrow.”
It could be about anything really, a medical test result, a job offer, a special event, an Amazon delivery, no, no, scratch that, Amazon Prime delivers for the most part, right on time. No, you get what I’m saying, life has a way of getting in the way of our own self-determined schedules.
I guess I should back up and explain that the day God was handing out the Patience virtue, I jumped out of line and went out for a snack or wherever it is that waiting babies go. Unfortunately, I never got back in line for the patience gene. I’m horrible with waiting. I mean just horrible. It must be a genetic thing, because I know others in my immediate and extended and family, who shall remain nameless, who all have the same issue.
For example, when you’re at an amusement park, let’s say Disney World in Florida, waiting in the FastPass line for everyone’s favorite ride, I’m the guy who scoffs when others jump in line with waiting family members. I’m the guy who stalks the local barista waiting for my coffee to be finished. “C’mon on people, it’s a simple coffee with crème, no sugar, nothing fancy, get mine done so that you can get to the other tutti-fruits drinks. Let’s go, let’s go.” Of course, I would never actually say that out loud. I can be a jerk, but I don’t try to be blatant jerk. Hopefully, you get the gist.
Oh, I know that this is not a good look for me. It’s a horrible one. I’m just not a patient person. Never have been. I get the value of discipline and putting in the hard work. I get all that. In fact, I got extra shots of those two traits, I just have very little patience waiting in line.
My wife likes to make fun of me, but she’s gotten used to my antics by now. She understands it’s just who I am, that my motor runs a little faster than everyone else, and that five minutes after the fact, I’ll forget all about the wait.
I’m trying though. I swear that I’m trying. If nothing else, because I know that many times, the real value is in the journey and the not the destination. If only the destination could come a little quicker . . . okay not a lot, but a little quicker, please!
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