Patience is not my strong suit.

Sitting back and waiting for ripeness to be all ~ not really my thing.

I always feel that there's something I could or should be doing to move things along. What kind of patsy just hangs out until time does all the work?

Waiting for other people is even more aggravating. Why can't they move at my speed ~ fast when I go fast, slow and steady when I'm deliberate, lolling around when I'm feeling sluggish?

There are disciplines to patience and timing that I have not acquired. To be clear: I'm punctual (only rarely am I late, and when I am it's generally because of circumstances that I couldn't have anticipated). And I get things done on deadline (okay, almost always).

But the control freak in me has a dreadful time waiting while someone else makes choices that matter to me. It has to be this way sometimes, and I have to make my peace with it. I do not, however, have to like it.

10:13:42 PM    please comment []

I found this at reenhead.com, apparently via Snarkcake:

Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him ....what?

A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

1:08:15 PM    please comment []

I hope I live long enough to be around when we conclusively find life somewhere else.

This is a start, and it thrills me to the core.

12:41:50 AM    please comment []