Patience may be a virtue but it has never been a virtue of mine. It’s a failing. I hate to wait.
I’ve had some practice in the last year or so with my twice-daily walks with our aging pug. He cannot see or hear and it takes him quite a bit of time and effort to find the exact right spot to take care of business. He cannot be rushed. I should be getting better at this. I am so not getting better at this.
Lately, my challenge with patience has been pushed to its limit. Our family is in a holding pattern. It’s no one’s fault but our own and it is something that we could put an end to but we have consciously decided to wait and see. As with Heinz ketchup, the waiting is the hardest part.
There is a point in the near-ish future where we will not be waiting. We will be seeing. And doing. It’s not that far away. But as each day goes by, my patience is more and more threadbare. It’s beginning to unravel. The thing is, the possible outcomes from all this waiting are all pretty good ones which, in theory, should make it easier to wait and see. But I’m so darn ready to do something that I’ve kind of lost sight of the fact that, in the words of Bob Marley, everything’s gonna be alright. Let it go, already.
My son is in the vortex of this waiting game. I am trying so hard not to be an annoying gnat (or am I more of a horse fly?) circling his head. We have promised him we will wait. We will see. We should make good on that promise. We will. I just may not have much sanity left by the time we get there. I hope at least one of us does.
<I also hope that you hear Bob Marley singing in your head after reading this, rather than the Heinz commercial or the song from Freeze ….>