Waiting...

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....