I can be rather impatient. Oh, yes. You might not believe it, but let me assure you it is true. There are times when I get very frustrated waiting..like at stoplights. Oh, boy, do I hate waiting at stoplights. I fume. Yes, I sit and I fume about wasting time at stoplights that seem like they will never change. And this is whether I am driving or walking the dogs. Waiting is not always something I do well. I want what I want and I want it now.
Well, that is not always true. I do agree there are somethings worth waiting for. Today it might be this blog. Since I am writing it in the evening, I am going to assume it was worth waiting for. Impatience would not have hurried it up. It was just one of those days I was doing other things and it was post-poned. No, I was not procrastinating. I gave that up on day one. So today, it is impatience.
Seriously, impatience does not help one to have good mental health. I can feel my blood pressure rise and I tend to get real grumpy. This happens when I'm feverishly tryng to get something done or find a misplaced paper or my keys when I'm already running late. So I did develop some good habits like making a list, placing papers in a file folder or my "to be filed" bin and hanging my keys by the back door dutifully when I arrive home. But still sometimes I don't lay the proper groundwork to avoid the frustrations of not finding what I need when I need it. And as far as waiting at stoplights, well, I find it a good time to think a deep thought, check my cell phone for messages, or just observing the people and things around me.
Okay, so impatience is not a sin. But it not pleasant to be around, either. I know that. I am sure I will hear about the next time I have an attack. It will probably be a temporary lapse in consciousness. Remind me, gently, that I gave it up. And please, please....may I ask you be patient?