"Patient" is not a term people generally associate with me.
I'm much more of instant gratification kind of girl. I want what I want and I want it right now, thank you very much.
Last week, years after I first read it, I decided I needed to own and re-read a copy of Thoreau's Walden.
As excited as I am to read that book again, I haven't even yet let myself finish the first chapter because I'm almost afraid it will be all it takes to convince me to sell the house and head off to live simply, and enjoy my life.
I am told I must be patient. So I stamp my feet and paw at the ground, restless. Why should I be patient? What exactly is it I'm waiting for?