As I sit here, the taste of Cabernet on my tongue, the sound of Kanye West in my ears, Bill Clinton's Giving and my cell phone to my left and a rerun of Sex In The City to my right, I can't stay still. Well, mentally at least. There's so much going on and nothing that can really be done about it all.
At least I don't think, anyway.
It feels like it's all stuff I need to be patient about, but patience has never been a strongsuit of mine. I like things to get done now. Maybe even yesterday.
Another flaw, perhaps even bigger, if we're going to judge blemish intensity, is my absolute distaste for being wrong. Now, hear me right; I have no problem admitting I don't know something. But if I think I know and it turns out I was wrong...well that just doesn't sit well.
I guess that's why I'm all out of it and stuff. My two biggest flaws are being tested at the same time and it's all I can do to keep from just turning off my cell phone and taking a trip to Monterrey or something. Job status is still pending and I just have a hard time believing she wasn't the one...still...after more than two years. It's hard to imagine someone getting me better or making me laugh harder or make me forget about everything else going on in the world better than she does. I don't know...and that frustrates me.
I can't imagine a job better suited for what I bring to the table, but I probably won't even hear whether or not I'm even being considered for a few more weeks. My patience is waning.
Ugh.
Lord, give me the strength.
2 comments:
Does 'the one' really even exist?
I question the concept.
I definitely think it does. It's just when we get hurt, we start to doubt they're out there so we try to make it happen on our own, which only further complicates the situation. But yea, for sure I believe in a "one." One of my best friends found his and you can just tell when you see them together. I look forward to that time when I have that.
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