I'm doing a lousy job! My writing is suffering. My housework is an epic fail. I thought maybe I had matured enough to overcome my childish impatience, but guess what! I haven't. I am playing the waiting game and what it looks like is probably about the same as what it would look like if I were on a lacrosse field. Clumsy, silly, disoriented, inept, inadequate and painful to view.
I'm waiting for my car to be looked at and fixed. I'm waiting for a decision on my disability claim. I'm waiting for my book to be printed. All of the people responsibility are doing their part. I am not. I am frustrated and impatient and waiting badly.
How do you handle that crippling feeling when you are forced to wait? Logically, I should be moving on, working hard, creating, uplifting, serving, and generally taking care of business. That would make sense as this sitting around crying gets me what I want no faster.
Share with me how you handle yourselves under these circumstances. I need help!! Oh, and by the
Becky Lyn Rickman
Mom of many, servant to my cats, Cary Grant's other girlfriend (still trying to work out the logistics of that one).