I've never been a good waiter.
And by "waiter", I don't mean the person who serves you food and drinks at a restaurant. I mean, a person who longs for something to happen and is impatient.
When I was little, I hated waiting for Christmas. I would make an Advent chain come early November. The links would wrap around my bedroom, as if to say, "Girl, you started this countdown WAY too early!"
I also hated waiting for a new school year to start. I would lay out my new shoes and uniform (Catholic school) days before the first day, just to have everything ready.
A watched pot never boils, they say. But when you are waiting for news, to know which direction life will go, it is very hard not to watch that pot. And with each passing second where no bubbles form (no boiling), frustration begins to build.
And so I have no choice but to wait. But I hate the wait.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski