I’ve heard them say patience is a virtue. It’s not something that comes readily to mind especially when there is a sense of urgency needed or a crisis is at hand.
Some people practice it with ease; some find it a real nuisance, as they have no time for the dilly-dallying of other people.
When there’s a job at hand, it’s about getting down to it not discussing the ins and outs of appears a straightforward task.
Though I have been guilty of not adhering to this virtue as when I said I’d make the kids a window box. It was to be both a seat and toy box.
Having the required tools but none of the skill needed to complete the job I set to work thinking I had everything in hand.
Working hard, thinking ahead, never behind, I sawed, nailed and painted. Proud of my efforts I’d discovered one important step I had overlooked.
The box, by days end, was looking good and I proudly carried up to the place it was to fit. To my dismay, the box was six inches too long.
Frustrated by my lack of patience in the preparation I dragged the box outside and sawed-off six inches, made a new end and dragged it back in again.
It sat where it did for some years as a constant reminder of not just my lack of patience but also my greater lack of skill. I still cringe thinking about it.