Since having children, everything moves at such a fast pace. Nothing is slow. Toss in the internet and an iPhone that can give me any bit of information at the touch of a screen and my brain is in overdrive every second of every day.
My personal motto has always been If I can, I will. But how fast does it all really NEED to get done?
I wake up every morning moving the gears of the day in my head so that they keep the machine running. But I never stop moving those gears. There is always something added in that changes everything.
I always complain that there is not enough time. No time. Sorry, I have no time. All booked up. Can't add even one more thing to the schedule.
Truth is there is plenty of time. I just don't have the patience to use it wisely.
Whenever there is a lull in activities, I fill that space with something. Whenever I need to know something, I look it up right away. Whenever I want a cookie, I eat a cookie.
So, my dear friend Patience ...where did you go?
I think once I stop all this instant gratification, I will find Patience looking like The Dude sitting in a recliner chuckling at me. Wondering why I look so frantic all the time. Telling me to chill the F out.
I think I'll abide.