I’ve been ruminating, as these days dwindle, on the concept of patience. I’ve always thought of myself as virtuously calm when hours need wasting waiting in airports, for car service or medical appointments. I look down at fidgeters, galumphing men who pace small spaces, and women who sigh and then sigh again, louder. With a book, I can sit happily for hours anywhere. I’ve even been known to pull out the laptop and noodle on my own novel in planes, trains and laundromats. But the kind of patience I seek is more than sitting quietly and judging others (not a virtue, I know.) Patience can also be an INTENTION (my word of 2024) and YES ( my word of 2023). Patience is faith that putting one’s intentions out there into the universe will, eventually, be recognized if not rewarded. Patience is my word for 2025.
Memories, short stories and random word challenges.