As long as I can remember, I have always known being reminded of the old adage, "patience is a virtue".
I AM a very impatient person, although I am much better at it than I used to be. When I was younger, I wanted everything yesterday. As I grew older and experienced the ups and downs and backs and forths that have shaped my life to this point, I realized that yesterday isn't always going to happen. And you know what, most of the time that's a GOOD thing. Sometimes, those good things DO come to one who waits.
This past year was very, very good to me (for the most part). I am happier, calmer and more content than I remember ever being in a very, very long time. Yet, I find myself growing strangely impatient again. Is it the rapid approach of 50 years old that stokes this fire? It's hard to get used to this uncertain feeling again; I do have to say I don't like it very much. Believe you me, I am trying with all I have to rein it in and get back on the course that has served me well over my years.
There are things that I am dreaming of, counting on, believing in, wanting, waiting for, wishing for, knowing. And I'm a little unsettled--yes, even a little anxious--that they are not coming in what I think is due time. My middle name has always been Anne, however, NOT patience. Calm down, Lolo; take a deep breath or fifteen and realize you are on the right path. Good things will come to you that waits--patiently, of course :-)