I wasn’t built for patience.

Growing up, if I set my mind on something I wanted, I had a whole lot of trouble waiting for it. If I was going to buy myself something, like Legos, and I had the money then I didn’t understand why I couldn’t just go right away to get it. My parents told me I needed to wait for our next trip to the store. It never seemed fair at the time, but I’m glad it worked that way now.

I think I must get excited over the idea of something new. A new toy, place, event, anything that is different. I always wanted that change be sure I convinced myself that it would make my life better in some small or large way. Yes, Legos would make my life better. Getting a haircut would make my life better.

They never did, at least not as much as I convinced myself they would.

Now, I use my lack of patience as an exercise. I choose the slowest shipping option and then become content with having it arrive when it arrives. Sometimes it is unbearable and sometimes it is not. I set my mind on the goal but I do my best not to dwell on it. 

I’m still a very impatient person, but I think I deal with it better now. 

Are you impatient? Is there anything you do to help get through those hard times?