I used to smile at a cartoon showing a drawing of two scraggly, skinny vultures roosting on a tree branch. The caption read: “Patience my ass, I’m gonna kill something.” That’s a go-getter attitude I thought. Patience is for those who don’t do anything. Patience is for those who sit around, those with no ambition.
I didn’t have time for patience!
I’ve now come to my senses. I realize how mistaken this is. During my life I’ve been in a hurry. I’ve rushed. And I disliked the feeling of being rushed. I would not only rush myself, I would rush others—they didn’t like it either.
I haven’t rushed and hurried all the time, of course, but too much of the time I did, and it caused stress for me (and for others). It makes peace of mind, relaxation, and serenity elusive.
So, I’m going to be patient about . . . patience. I’ll practice it. I now think it’s a virtue.