I is for Impatience

In my house, there's a package that I'm not allowed to open. It arrived by FedEx yesterday. I've shaken it a bit and felt the balance of the box, but the fac tthat I'm not supposed to open it makes me very impatient. It's a trait of mine that I've become very aware of lately.

I can be very patient about some things. I can do meticulous little projects if they interest me, and I tend to be very even-tempered with people, but when there's something I'm waiting for or looking forward to, I've got no patience at all. I want no delay of my gratification.

Sometimes, I think people use their knowledge of this to torment me a bit.

The waiting drives me a little crazy, though. I have this sense right now that I'm just biding my time and waiting for my life to start, and really, there's nothing worse than that at all. The things I'm waiting on are all out of my control, both in the short term and the long term, and there's nothing I can do about that. It would be helpful to have the wisdom to accept that and move on, but it's really easier for me to preoccupy myself with it.

I can't wait to see what's in my package.