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
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I shouldn't be laughing because I know EXACTLY how you feel. I'm HORRIBLE at waiting. Ask my husband, who I yell at often when he makes me wait LOL. Poor guy. The worst kind of waiting of all is waiting for a house to sell. I hope at least you aren't having to go through that!
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Becky Lyn RickmanMom of many, servant to my cats, Cary Grant's other girlfriend (still trying to work out the logistics of that one). Archives
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