Five Minute Friday: Wait

For a person who grew up in a home where a constant mantra was, “If you get everything you want now, you’ll have nothing to look forward to,” you’d think I’d be a more patient person. Nope.

I am still restless and impatient, wanting things to happen in my own time.

Digging up the newly planted seeds, hastening the birth, picking apart the flower buds. All these things will only result in death. There is no profit in such. But I am still unsatisfied.

I long for the time of waiting to be over, even though I realize the perils of speed.

I sit. Twitching. Fidgeting. Sighing. Checking the clock.

Time is still passing.

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Slowing down long enough to rummage through my utensil drawer to find enough spoons to drum up a post for the NEW Five Minute Friday at Kate Motaung’s place. (General details here.) You can find a bunch of folks who have managed to sit still long enough to scavenge something from the unruly hoard of thoughts. Writers’ Anonymous, if you will. Flash mob style. Maybe it’ll be inappropriate. No judging allowed.