Impatience....

I sat struggling with a blog topic. Nothing came to mind. Several friends sent suggestions.... nothing fit.

Besides, I was preparing to distract myself with a mindless game of... oh, gosh, what was it that I never got to play?

About the time it finished downloading, a friend text'd me to tell me about a show on TV. They were designing a room for a deaf man. His wife was interpreting. She thought I'd like to see it. I went up and managed to find the channel. (She was right.)

At the first commercial, I reached for the remote. Oh. Yeah. This is "live" TV. I can't forward through the commercials like I do when I watch my DVR'd episodes of Grey's and Private Practice.

Obviously, I don't typically watch "live" TV - and aside from the those two shows, I really don't watch ANY TV. But, midway through the first set of commercials, I realized it. Deep down. Undeniably. The angst I felt having to sit through the advertising proved it without a doubt.

I. Am. Inpatient.

My father would tell you he knew that from the day I was born (two weeks early). Growing up, he says I was always looking forward to the next thing....

I hope, perhaps, I am a LITTLE better about enjoying the moment..... perhaps. I know I have moments when I am...

I think that is what I love so much about tending the earth. There's no time line that is set in stone. There is a focus and a purpose. There is usually the sun on my back or the wind in my hair, and this weed, then the next and the next...

But, overall, big picture.... I'll have to ponder that... perhaps on a day when there are weeds to pull....

Lord, help me to be still enough to enjoy the moment. Remove the angst. Let me Be. Here. Now.