Patience is something I do not have…

I am not a patient person and there has been some fallout.

I am not a good cook. I cook everything on high and I rush putting the meal together because I do not have patience.

My children look at me sometimes like I am a raving lunatic because I can not say “Do not leave the empty dog food can in the laundry room” one more time, so I loose it.

I have purchased things that were available because I did not have the patience to wait for the thing I really wanted.

I have ruined many a picture in my darkroom because I rushed to see the image.

I have been in a couple of car accidents that were a direct result of my impatience.

I pay too much for things because I am impatient.

I say stupid things because I do not take the time to calm down.

I constantly tell myself “Slow Down” “Don’t Rush” and yet, there never seems to be enough time to do the things I want to do.

As I type there are at least 6 loads of laundry, a dirty comforter (my daughter had an accident last night), two glasses in my office from last week, a briefcase full of papers to go through from work, a counter in my office full of papers to go through for home, stuff on the counter in my bathroom, clutter on the counter in my kitchen, at least a million pictures that need to be organized, and the list goes on and on.

So here is the question, “Which came first, the crazy life, or the lack of patience?” Why am I not a calm person?

If I lived alone with a 9-5 job would I be calm and focused, or would I be a freak in that life too?

I am not a patient person and I need to work on that.

My life is crazy and hectic and there is nothing I can do about that.

Breathing is good. I need to do more of it, but I am too impatient to wait for my lungs to fill up and exhale.

That is all from the laundry room tonight.

Sleep In!!

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