I'm not a waiting-patiently-with-a-smile-on-my-face kind of girl. I'm more of a desperately-trying-to-avoid-jumping-to-conclusions-and-flying-off-the-handle-to-make-a-stupid-decision-I'll-regret-later kind of girl. Some days it's hard being me. But it's even harder being me trying to be patient. It's a lesson I've yet to begin to learn, let alone master.
Come on people. I'm not getting any younger here....
It doesn't matter if I'm waiting for a life changing decision to be made, or I'm standing in the line at the grocery store. I just hate waiting. It's also one of the reasons I'm late--I hate to wait on people. But I don't want people to wait on me either. If I'm late, start without me.
I've noticed my frustration level is lower when I have something to occupy my time while I wait. Which is why I frequently have a book to read or play a game on my iPhone/iPad. Of course, then I become engrossed in whatever I'm doing--and I lose track of time. Which makes me late.
It's a vicious cycle.
A cycle which I contemplate as I try to patiently wait. Grrrr....
About Me
- Loulymar
- My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”
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