There I sit hands on the wheel waiting for the light. Fidgeting and fussing cussing under my breath. Finally the light changes, the car in front of me takes its sweet time because the driver is on the phone. That is supposed to be illegal now, by the way. They start moving, I finally get to go forward. Where am I going you may ask. Is it an important meeting, an appointment, am I late for work, or could it be an emergency? NO, NO, NO, AND NO, I am not going anywhere particular, I am just impatient.
Right now I have a lot of things going on in my life. A lot of different things I want to take care of. Those things have to be put off until payday. This drives me crazy. I know there are millions of us who get over-anxious waiting for payday to come. Living paycheck to paycheck. So I get that I am not the only one. I am, however, the only one I can talk about here.
Example #1: Putting things in the microwave to thaw, or re-heat. I am always questioning the possibilities of getting it done faster on the stove. I know the microwave is faster than the stove, but that two to three minutes to re-heat leftovers kills me.
Example #2: I like to workout on occasion. My problem is when you get to be about 35-40, and I am 51, it is a lot harder to get rid of the extra belly fat and develop those six-pack abs you so want. I will go at it for about a week straight. When my abs don’t show the improvement I so desire, looking like those athletically inclined types. I get frustrated because I want results now. Don’t get me wrong there is improvement. Smaller belly and weight loss, and I am happy with it. I know if I keep working on it I will get there. I just want it to happen faster.
It is not like I waste a lot of time, waiting for the light, my food to heat up, coffee to perk. When you are as impatient as I am, minutes feel like hours, days like weeks, and months feel like years.
Example #3: Writing this post. It is taking longer than I planned to gather my words together. So I let myself get distracted onto other things I have to do. By the time I get back to it, I have to re-read it to get on track again.
Impatience I am sure there is no cure. Although I believe that if I was in a place in my life where I wanted to be. A happier place, than I am sure that I wouldn’t be as impatient as I am. Certain things would definitely still get to me. I feel for the most parts it would not be so bad. I do think, though, once I hit my stride and I am exactly where I want to be, time will go too fast.