They say patience is a virtue. I have a little patience. Not an abundance. But a little.
Waiting makes me fidget and itch. Wait, wait wait - keep waiting.
It's like being ill and waiting to feel okay again. It's like letting the waves calm before you swim.
It makes my skin crawl.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
It's a slap in the face to change. It's a "No, I need it now. I have to do it now. Let's go."
And yet, there are big waves and calmer shores. There and ill days, and I must ride them out.
I must wait.
Wait isn’t really "No". It’s "Not yet."