I have no problem waiting my turn for things. I don’t mind waiting in line or for other people to do things…that is unless they are dawdling. Still, I am an impatient person. Yes, when I ask someone to do something for me I expect it to have already been done YESTERDAY. See, my problem is that I won’t ask for help when I need it. I wait until I’ve exhausted all measures; you know, like I’ve failed attempts four or five times. Because I know I get aggravated waiting for someone to do something (like take out the trash or hang a picture) I just do it myself. And yes, sometimes my efforts are half-hearted.
Perhaps this problem of mine has more to do with control than I’d like to admit. Because I am aware of this fault if the task is something I cannot do alone I try to ask for assistance well before I need it to be completed. I also remind myself not to nag. Now being a woman, that alone is some feat to accomplish!
About three weeks ago we had several pictures that needed to be hung. I hung about half of them and relocated several existing wall hangings while the hubby was at work. I pulled my back out in the process. See what I get for my impatience? Two weeks passed and the hubby still hadn’t hung the others. One was too heavy and awkward for me to handle. The other set of four were being placed along the stairwell which required the precision (measuring) of my engineer husband. I casually asked, “When were you planning to hang those pictures?” A week later when I was shopping with a friend he not only hung all the frames but did some household repairs (ones I’ve been waiting on for a long time!) as well. So, does this mean patience pays off instead of persistence?
The other thing about impatience I need to learn is that “haste makes waste”. I was in a hurry to finish a quilt: I knocked a new bottle of Fresh Press off my ironing board and broke the sprayer. I failed to properly measure something I cut. I ran my machine at top speed resulting in a crooked corner. I’m sure I probably made more mistakes, but who’s counting? Though I finished, I wound up frustrated.
Writing takes both patience and persistence. I mean a novel won’t write itself. I have to allow myself time to work out plotlines and scenes in my head and then I must be diligent in putting them on paper. Sometimes it takes several rewrites and edits to perfect a scene and then it has to flow into the next scene. This is where both patience and persistence comes in. The only way I get anywhere is by taking time off and coming back to it with a fresh perspective.
These days my main problem is not patience or persistence but prioritizing. I’m learning to divide my free time between sewing and writing by simply going where my soul soars and not letting the guilt of what’s left behind hold me back.