Sunday, January 11, 2015

...Patience, the eight letter virtue from hell...

Yep. I know this; I remind myself to practice patience daily. But it's not going so well. I don't know if it's a virtue I'll ever have, actually, but I know it's definitely one that I lack. 

I'm not a patient person in general. Not when I'm waiting for my tea water to boil, or when I'm driving for point A to point Z. I'm not patient when I'm waiting for paint to dry or when kids are in a restaurant screaming or kicking the back of my seat at the movie theater. I hate that my phone is so slow even though it's "smart". I have issues, I know this.

There are clearly many things I struggle to cope with, but it's not just in my daily life that I struggle with patience. I've noticed it most in my writing, a craft that cannot--at least it should not--be rushed. 

This is when I want patience most, when I have time to write but the muse has left the building. Or when I can't keep my eyes open to finish revising a chapter but I "have" to get it done to meet my goal. Patience evades me when I'm outlining, and I just want to have a finished product, one that is exactly what I want and a finished, refined product. 

Although I know patience isn't something I will wield overnight, it is something I plan to work on for 2015. Because I know that patience with myself is key, and with it I can do anything I put my mind to.

Just Breathe and step away from the edge...before I end up like this...