Not Quite Patient
Patience is a wonderful thing. So is impatience.
I am willing to wait a long time for what I really want.
I didn’t marry until I was forty. And as I approach my twentieth anniversary, I know it was definitely worth the wait.
So why do I endorse impatience too?
Because when you impatiently fill your waiting time with other stuff, that other stuff can be amazing.
I’m too impatient to JUST WAIT. I waited for the right guy, but in the meantime I didn’t sit around. I got a really good education, an established career, and a decent nest egg.
I have a manuscript patiently waiting for the right agent or publisher to recognize its worth. But impatiently, I have filled my time writing little blogposts that have unexpectedly provided me with more joy (and new friends) than I could have ever imagined.
I believe in buying fabulous clothes for my current body while still trying to lose more weight. I believe in emphasizing my eye makeup while waiting for a bad haircut to grow out. And most of all, I believe in rocking with my girlfriends while patiently waiting for the slow number that may coax my husband out onto the dance floor.
This Spring I planted a little stick of an apple tree. I will have to wait for years to see my tree give me baskets of delectable fruit. I’m patient. I went to my favorite orchard this fall and picked a bushel of fine luscious apples.
But my little tree was impatient. It produced one fine luscious apple.
Way to go, tree!
Note: This piece was created for the website Vision and Verb (http://www.visionandverb.com), a network of women from around the world who contribute their images and ideas.