Patience is clearly not my strong suit.
Maybe because I value punctuality, so I do not like waiting AT ALL.
I hate waiting for people to turn up on time, reply back on time or even do something on time.
I go mad waiting for things to happen on time and sometimes if I’m very mad I lash out.
I may have some shred of patience for others, but with me I have no mercy.
I can’t be patient with myself nor can I forgive myself.
However, the most patience I have cashed out, I think, is for waiting for my life to turn around.
And I’m still waiting….
They say, ‘If it doesn’t open…It’s not your door.‘
Which is the door for me then?
I have bid my time, I have waited for it, and if after all this…