I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.
– Margaret Thatcher
There are of course seven deadly sins, and then there is the one that no one could be bothered to wait around to hear…..PATIENCE.
It seems that whilst God (or whatever power that be) was deciding which traits to give each person, I had wandered off in search of a latte and a pain au chocolat, or at least that’s my excuse for being somewhat lacking when it comes to the P word.
It’ll come as no surprise to those who know me, that impatience is my fatal flaw, undoing all the good that I’ve set out to achieve like a little child who didn’t get her own way. I want it all and I want it now. In fact I will quite happily admit that I would sooner bring about my own conclusion than wait around in the unknown.
For years I’ve quipped that it’s “because I’m an only child”, whenever anyone happened to suggest I should “give it time” or “be patient”. But whilst I may still be the one and only in my parents eyes, I am no longer an only child and much more an only adult now.
For the last two weeks I have been playing the waiting game, badly! For every 6 I’ve rolled there has been a giant snake ready to take me right back, sulkily, to the very beginning. I’ve huffed and I’ve puffed and I’ve even considered blowing your house down (well ok, that last bit’s a lie!) and still I am no closer to a resolution, but this time it’s different. Whilst I would normally throw all my toys out of the pram and wail with all my might, this time it means something. And maybe, just maybe, this time it’s worth the wait.
So instead of pulling my best pouty face and stomping my little size 4s, I am going to take the mature, grown up approach and just this once embrace the unknown, knowing that sometimes good things really do come to those who wait.