31 Days of Five-Minute Writes: Day 13

31 Days of Five-Minute Writes: Day 13 - Patience

Patience - you are my nemesis. I have often said when they were passing out patience, I was holding the door for everyone else. I have no patience. This is an enormous clock that not only tells the time but it also shows the constellations and other measures of time. Patience means you have to use all kinds of time measurements when waiting for what you want/need/think you need/think you want. I hate that.

My times are trying my patience. My company offered early retirement packages to 20 people and those 20 have several more weeks to decide their future at the organization. I am very glad that they were gracious enough to give them 30 days to make their decision. However, those decisions will affect my department and we all are having to test our patience while awaiting the outcome. Will we lose some of our friends we've made over the years? Will we all be taking on additional duties? Will we be the next to lose our jobs?

I find that I live my life in increments. If I'm patient and wait for this to happen, then life will be better. I can't tell you how many times I have thought that. But the funny thing is, before I reach that milestone, something else presents itself and my need for patience is extended for a few more days, weeks, or months.

Patience - you are my nemesis. But one day, maybe I will see the growth in the trying of my patience and we will become friends. But for now, hurry up and give me what I want/need/think I need/think I want. And do it fast!

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