I have such little tolerance for remaining patient. I am not blessed with the patience some people exude. I don’t why that is. Perhaps I was given a generally restless soul when they were being handed out. Who knows. I am aware of my restless spirit and curious ways. I think my awareness makes it a lot easier to deal with. But it offers challenges.

I quit asking the divine forces behind our beautiful universe “Why” a long time ago. When I stopped asking and started accepting, it became easier. I still feel the compulsive nature inside me to but I don’t squander time away with questions. Worry, however, is a completely different beast. Like these days, I have few worries. There’s water damage being assessed but I have insurance and a mild deductible I can hopefully pay. It makes my heart race. Dog sick and dying, but I she’s not in much pain and she’s not ready to go. And the list rattles on. But more importantly, I have problems with solutions. Nothing is so big it can’t be handled. My health is fairly better and I have to wait for more tests. I guess the thing that surfaces here is that I’m waiting. And I’m not real good at that. I think that’s why I like making little crafts. It takes me away mentally from my worrying. And writing. Same there.

I need to work on my patience during this time. I kinda see that as being the test given to me right now. Other tests have come and still linger, but the patience thing is a doozy. I’m getting a gym membership and maybe I should start meditating too. Focus this energy somewhere until the answers come. And on that note, the sun has officially risen. Let the blessings rain down today.