Patience has Amazon Prime?
Patience, I see you raising your hand. And when I don’t call on you, you just lean in and nuzzle your head between my shoulder and neck. A soft and fuzzy headbutt. Your bun of hair hits my cheek. “I am me—with you. Please look at yourself with more of me?”
Oh Patience. You are not just a word that belongs with musty hymnals and hard candies. You are fighting to stay relevant. Trying on hi-low dresses. Signing up for Twitter. You show me your Amazon Prime account and shrug. “Just want to understand what all the fuss is about.”
We laugh. I feel peaceful. Then, I get distracted from you. Open my phone. News feeds are FULL. Full of what I’d thought I’d have by now. I take it out on you. Sometimes, you are so frustrating! I tear up. Yell a little. Of course, I don’t mean you’re frustrating. But finding you sure is. There’s no overnight shipping. I guess that’s the point. I grit my teeth.
You take it. Not mad. Just…You.
Of course. I guess that’s kinda what you’re all about. You comb out my hair. I relax a tiny bit. Before closing my eyes, I catch a glimpse of you in the mirror.
Patience, you look a lot like me. I guess that’s a start.
Powerful Moment Conversation: “Patience” came to me after a free write exercise with my Write. Submit. Support. Class at The Writing Barn. We drew quotes on tiny white paper scraps. Our instructions: choose one word and free write.
“I heard a preacher say recently that hope is a revolutionary patience; let me add that so is being a writer.”—Anne Lamott
You know what word I chose—but I can’t help but feel it chose me. I hope patience chooses me more.
How do y’all envision Patience? What would it look like in a loving and human form? A little something like you?
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-Take courage in delight. Discover power in small moments.