Patience is a virtue. Supposedly. Well, I guess. It always brings me back to the old printed poster we saw in the “head shops” of the early 1970’s.
Two vultures are sitting on an old dead snag in the middle of a dessert. One turns to the other and says the immortal words: “Patience my a__, I’m gonna kill something.”
Patience comes in a variety of ways, though. It’s often practiced in caring for a loved one during recovery from serious surgery. We find ourselves dipping into our reservoir of patience dealing with children and grandchildren.
Here we are a day or so before Christmas and life is in full swing, with schools getting out early, running kids around to gymnastics, music lessons, fun activities. I don’t know where I got the energy or how I lasted this long. As I sit here composing this little holiday note, I wish for a White Christmas and I just hope for a long winter’s nap.
Then, there are the changes recently wrought in my web site management software. Building Blocks. Hmmm … Well, I guess I’ll figure it out before I hit publish.
Good things come to those who wait, though. And I guess that is a benefit of patience. It turns out that this last quarter of the year, my paperback book sales of Sudden Mission, Nasty Leftovers, and Carolina Dawn have jumped dramatically.
However, with all the other things going on, I haven’t had time to get deep into my current work in progress (WIP). I’ll have to make a New Year’s Resolution for 2019. GET CRACKING!!!
So. Exercise patience in all things. Have a Very Merry and Blessed Christmas and a Joyous and Happy New Year.