Anticipation is half the fun.
Not sure what I did in childhood, but now, I always am quick to admit to being impatient.
Impatience is not always the most horrible thing. I do get stuff done. It may not be perfect, it may not be fully completely researched on the front end, it may need some improvisation skills to get it really completed, but I’ll get it done. (If this strikes a chord with you- consider checking out Kara Loewentheil’s thoughts about A- work, which truly does rule the world.)
Something I can’t force is the passage of time. There have been seasons of life where I have wanted to hurry up and get to a certain point. But, now when I pause to reflect on what I have previously labeled as impatience, what quickly comes to mind is the truth that anticipation is half the fun.
The two climbing David Austin roses that we planted last year have started their bloom for the season. These roses will one day (I dream and hope and plan) span across an entire wall of our house. They are already taller than both myself and Farmer Jim, and we planted them last spring. I am so eager to see them take over this entire wall, and to fall asleep in the summer with the windows open and have their fragrance take over our bedroom. Right now I bring in one stem at a time, but eventually I know entire bouquets won’t make a dent in this plant. I am so eager for the beauty that is to come, and also (fairly new for me) actually really enjoying both the element of anticipation and the beauty that they are offering right now. I am eager to see this wall five years from now- fully taken over by a living beautiful plant, but it’s lovely now too, and knowing that I have armloads of roses to look forward to in the future is a lovely feeling.
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