I wish I had more patience but frankly I don’t.

In the end things generally work out the way they should, at least if I can manage to keep from messing it up in the mean time.

I was never good at waiting, I get anxious and then I start doing stupid stuff, and that is when it usually falls apart.  I think it’s a lack of faith.  I seem to be under the impression that the Universe should be working by my schedule, kind of self-absorbed wouldn’t you say?

“To Everything there is a time and a season under heaven”

I should get that tattooed to my forehead, maybe then it would sink into my brain.