Description: A perspective on life and work, with a little lift.
I write a lot of things and never publish them, so here is something I wrote close to a year ago. Much remains true. I’m still not patient enough, although I am feeling better 🙂
Be patient. I heard that a lot when I was growing up, whether waiting for dinner, for a birthday, for Santa, for school to start or end, to get my license (I was the youngest in my class), to go to college, to finish college, to finish law school, to get married. I remember my grandmother’s surprise when I announced at age 23 that I was engaged. “Well,” she said, “I suppose you’re old enough.”
Waiting has never been a strong suit of mine and I never did learn patience. This past couple of years I have been really trying, and what I’ve learned along the way is that patience actually hurts. I’m talking about soul-wrenching pain, where I consciously tell myself to breathe in, then out, in a deep and physically noticeable way. Often I cannot stop myself and impatience wins, generally not in a good way.