I always admire those who just exude patience from every pore. They are content to wait and never give up, doubt or challenge the process they are going through.
In comes me like a tiny fur ball bouncing with excitement and vibrating with energy. Wait you say? ‘erm’ how do I do that? every iota of my being is pushing for results, answers, movement! anything to show progress.
I consider myself a patient person, but its the act of being patient that I sometimes find tasking.I want to be that person who waits with grace and finesse but sometimes I end up a quivering mess of almost tears and loud questions mostly punctuated with ‘WHY!’ LOL (So much for elegance).
I am blessed to say that not many a great things have tested my faith to the point of doubt, anger or recanting it, and yet going through Long distance relationship for four years and then long distance marriage (not on purpose) for almost two years, I find myself left with a lot of questions and a niggling feeling of impatience. But of course everyone around me thinks I am a Champ and they always punctuate this feeling with comments of how amazed they are, how they couldn’t possibly do the same if the positions were reversed, how strong I am and how well I am doing.
However, all I want to say is no! I am actually not that strong, I am just being strong out of necessity, because I have to be strong. It’s a survival mechanism, because the moment I stop being strong, I will probably unravel and it will take a lot to put this ‘humptidonty’ back together again. My husband on the other hand I feel drew the short end of the stick, I get to still experience the things I love, be surrounded by family and friends and not have a lot of things change or be too lonely.While on the other hand he has friends turned family around him, but no actual relatives close by and even though he has had to go through a couple of lifestyle changes, he doesn’t have me around to help out as a partner should.
So, on the issue of waiting, I have come to conclude that though everyone’s process is different, and we all lead different lifestyles, still we ought to find what lessons life’s teaching us as we wait. It would be very sad to go through it not learning anything at all.
What lessons have you learned from waiting and what lifestyle changes did you have to make because of it?