I know all of this, but I find it hard to live patiently. I was born in the generation of immediate gratification. I stand in front of the microwave, warming a cup of coffee, tapping my foot and saying, "C'mon, c'mon, hurry up." Yes, I even speak in contractions--who has time to use whole words?
One of my friends has her own saying about patience, and it's one I love. "Patience," she says, "is not a flower that grows in my garden."
I named my cat Patience. When I call her, the neighbors hear, "Patience, Patience! PATIENCE!"
Patience the cat is elusive. I have to wait on Patience, which, of course, drives me crazy.
Patience is a virtue? Patience is a cat.
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