Rapid Rachel and the new protocol
The word of the day is malediction – the act of calling down a curse that invokes evil. Well, consider that the malediction the cosmos dinged me with is impatience.
Patience (?p?-sh?nz) is the state of endurance under difficult circumstances, which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset; or exhibiting forbearance when under strain, especially when faced with longer-term difficulties. It is also used to refer to the character trait of being steadfast. Antonyms include hasty and impetuous.
The typical adjective used to describe me is fast, speedy, rapid. People are always saying whoa to me and I’m always puzzled. I am hasty and impetuous, hardly patient. Well, I’m learning patience but it’s a surface act and my insides meanwhile coil in knots as I try to talk outside of warp speed, or try to move at a more human pace, and everything that is inside of me that is wound up like a top can start spinning out of control at any given moment and I’m always aware of the danger of letting it.
So what does it take to get patience? I have few things I carve out for myself – writing in my blog, walking my dog, hula hooping. But it seems like those small things that I love most are always squeezed out by other things vying for me. But because I talk too fast, I move too fast, I think too fast, I’m able to keep them in my daily routine most of the time – without which I might explode.
The tortoise and the hare – I’m losing the race.