For as long as I can remember, I’ve wished I had more patience.  As a mother of four, I begged for it!  Not sure how I’ve done over the years, but I’m having a big time lesson now.

I had surgery right before Christmas.  It was elective and everything is ok, but it turned out to be a little more complicated, so I’m having to take a little more time to recover.  I’ve learned that I’m not a very patient patient.  In my mind, I can bounce back from this like I did when I was thirty and had my fourth child and was back carpooling and leading meetings and running errands in a week or two.  So far, I can do everything, but it’s just a little slower.  I had planned my recovery time…organized it, so to speak, so I could work on some projects that weren’t very strenuous.  Ha!  I did finish a book I’d started.  I get going just like normal and then I crash for a day or so.  Annoying.

Besides recovering, I caught a major cold.  Another annoyance that makes me impatient.

You’d think I’d know by now that I’m not really in charge of much in life.  I only make plans so I can take care of things when life isn’t making plans for me.

Really, it’s not that bad.  Mostly, I’m just shocked that I’ve had to slow down for a bit.  I’m not very good at sitting still.  I may not be doing what I’m supposed to be doing, but I’m doing something.

Mostly, I have to laugh at myself.  I haven’t changed a bit!  I’m always going to have to beg for patience!