I know I am not a patient person.

Patience is rewarding. Patience lowers blood pressure and elevates spirits. It's priceless but can't be bought. Patience is an old dog at a shelter, waiting for a home. It's not pressing the elevator button more than once. It's breathing silence through frustration. It's picking your battles, it's a bear in the winter, it's a mental traffic light. Patience should be a mother raising a child, but that is not always the case.

Slowly, I'm learning to lie in wait.