“Lord, give me patience…and I need it NOW.”

It’s an old saying, and I’ve heard it many times.  It always rings true.

And for some reason, I always thought that the older I got, the more patient I’d become.  Like, maybe it was supposed to go hand-in-hand with all the wisdom and other virtues I’ve accumulated.  :roll:

I’m not finding it to be true.  Maybe THAT’S because I’m also becoming more aware of time passing.  Not that I’m worried about that or anything… 

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Maybe it’s all the WAITING that gets on my nerves.

I hate waiting.  Waiting in line, in restaurants, for repairmen, for doctors.  And we’re constantly told to be patient, that we must learn to wait.  Good things are supposed to come from waiting, after all.

We’re supposed to be proactive about it, but we’re even supposed to wait for Mr. Right.  :lmao:

Slow and sure is the way to go.  Keep your pantyhose on and keep at it.

Especially when it comes to writing.

It’s the name of the game.  Yes, you’re supposed to put your stuff out there, hang onto your hope and faith about it, become involved in other projects—but somewhere in the back of your mind…

You know.  You still wait.  And wait.  And wait.  And wait.

If it all pans out, it’s worth it, of course.

If not?  Ah, well…

You put more stuff out there.  And you wait.

Can’t speak for anyone else, and yes, I understand the sheer proportions, the complex machinery behind it all, and yes, I know it’s not a good idea to have what you want come to you when you’re not really ready—but it still drives me freaking nuts.

Anybody else feel this way, at least sometimes?  Does waiting for things make you crazy?

Feel free to comment.  Go ahead.  I’ll wait.  :cool: