I have a lot of pretty okay qualities, but I am not patient. It comes out in different ways. When I teach someone to do something new, I have to take a lot of deep breaths and not smack them over the head when they don’t immediately grasp the concept that I want them to. This is perhaps why I didn’t pursue my career in education.
I’m not patient with society, who really should be progressing forward but instead takes massive leaps backwards. It’s like there’s a hurricane wind blowing us all in one direction, and a lot of folks are just clinging to telephone poles with their legs flying in the wind and screaming, “THIS PROGRESS THING WILL BLOW OVER! NO WORRIES!”
I’m not patient with people. If someone says they’re going to do something, I expect pretty much immediate results even though I recognize this as being unreasonable. I’ve had to train myself to repeat phrases like, “Wait at least 24 hours for an email response, Lauren. Rome wasn’t built in a day, Lauren. People have other things to do besides help you with the thing, Lauren.”
The thing I am least patient about is when I make up my mind to do something and I can’t immediately reach the consequence of that decisions. This has several examples, but the most poignant one to this blog is getting a new horse. I decide to buy a hunter. I find one. It doesn’t work out. I decide to move on and keep looking… and it’s slow.
There are some fun prospects out there. I’ve got some great people helping me as well, but right now I live in a land of in-between. My impatient brain is less than enthused about it.