A Little Patience...

I have not historically been a patient man. Tolerant, perhaps, but not patient. On good days I am merely impatient, but then not all days are good. I would often try to make myself feel better knowing that I was least patient with me, so at least it was selflessly allocated. But that never really worked.

I have a strong world-view that can be aptly summarized: we are here for a short time and each of us has a special combination of talents. Discover them and then do something meaningful and please make it snappy. Whether you're an artist or an accountant, just keep on keeping on - more paint, more numbers. Be creative; be conservative; go, go, go. If you're not moving forward then something is wrong and more than likely it's you.

Being impatient has enabled many of my greatest accomplishment including fatherhood. Ironically, having children has forced me to become more patient. So fascinated by everything they do, these small people, I forget about the time and focus only upon the action. After doing this a while and becoming aware of how much more I got from the experience I tried to apply this newly found virtue in all my other interactions (i.e., with adults, too) and it works! 

So now, if you see me and you're going slow and I pass you, my hand gesture may actually be a friendly wave and nothing more than that...