Patience

I'm an impatient person at heart.  Watching the story unfold irritates me.  I have been known to read books and magazines from back to front.  I don't mind spoilers.  I can concentrate on the art of the writing if I'm not wondering what is going to happen.

That said, there is no way to do this in life.  It tends to make me a little snappish.  I want the plot to move along, but so much of life is work-a-day and the plot doesn't show itself for years.

Sometimes I try to sit back and figure out who is the protagonist for this part of the story. Sometimes I just am done and want to run away.

These days I am somewhere in the middle.  I feel like it's my story to establish and tell, but running away briefly sounds pretty good.

I'm still recovering from heartbreak, but I feel like it is all better.  There are whole HOURS I don't think about him.  HOURS!  I'm trying to be patient with myself too.  There is so much that can happen in the blink of an eye.  All of a sudden the years have passed and the children are taller than you.  All of a sudden the toddler is a young woman, a force of nature.

Patience is a virtue they say.  So I am breathing into it and letting life wash over me.  And I remember that the point of life is living and the plot only becomes visible when it's over and you can't get spoilers for your own future.