no time for patience
Patience has gotten a pretty bad rap in this age of Google, Amazon overnight delivery, and drive-thru fast foods. To wait doesn’t sound sexy, doesn’t stir the heart like drinking a can of Red Bull and powering all night to complete your current project. Patience has an old fashioned ring to it, something your grandmother cautioned when you just couldn’t stand the thought of waiting another day, week, or month for your birthday or that summer trip to the beach. It meant waylaying pleasure and being content with the everyday stuff of life. It meant not having those presents, that cake, the thrill of the spotlight and having everyone singing your praises. Oh, yes, patience can be a bugger—so unglamorous; dressed in plain gingham with brown shoes and obviously going nowhere. Let the toe tapping,[...]

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