A V-formation flock of geese seems to have one member of the group as the leader, but each member takes its turn at the point of the V, leading the way as the others in the formation honk in encouragement. The geese stay together, even when one becomes sick or injured; the group stays with it until it is well enough to continue the journey at its regular pace.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Don't get too close; I might bite!
Okay, so I'm a grouch today.I've been snarling at political pollsters who
keep calling, complaining about my uncomfortable office chair, and seriously
considering jumping to the last chapter of the tedious book I'm reading.I'm on edge waiting for my doctor to call
with the results of all the tests run yesterday and I'm exasperated to be home an
unscheduled day and not feel like doing any of the million and one projects
waiting for me to get around to them.I'm not really sick; I just hurt with a massive stomach ache and cramps
in my back.I just want to know what's
going on, get it fixed, and get on with life.
I've never had a surplus of
patience and this little setback proves I haven't changed any in the years
since my father used to say, "Hold your horses, show a little
I've been taught patience is
a virtue, but that's a concept easier to accept when all is running smoothly
than on a day when I seem to be running into brick walls.Today's world is one of quick answers,
immediate gratification, and instant information. Once modern conveniences such
as microwave ovens and computers terrified me and I didn't understand all the
hurry.Now I wait impatiently for the
microwave to ding and fume when the computer is slow to load.Intellectually I still question why
everything is a big rush, then go right back to tapping my foot and wanting
something or someone to move a little faster.
Over the years I've learned
impatience can be costly.People get
hurt when they give into impulse. Disappointment is the result of allowing
impatience to push a writer into submitting a manuscript before it's ready or
rush a relationship that needs time to grow and trust to form. A lot of life is
missed by rushing around and skipping over the quieter aspects of life.
It's quite possible I'll
never master the art of patience.It's
not likely I'll ever be among those who never murmur or complain either. Surely
there must be some virtue too, in those of us who rush head long into each task,
who want to see goals met and tasks completed, and yes, do some yelling when
life isn't fair.