I am not a patient person.
I sometimes think The Juggernaut was sent by the Universe to teach me patience and so far, I have a pretty even win-loss ratio going. Luckily, he’s an easy-going kids who knows when I’m being ridiculous and can laugh at me. I pray he never loses that perspective because I’m a handful. Ask Husbandito – he’ll definitely have some words about that.
I have sent many résumés out into the world and now I am waiting for responses. I have had a couple phone interviews and been asked to take a few writing tests and I am waiting for those responses. I have a producer reading some loglines that I sent over to him to see if maybe he’ll want to work on a project with me and I am waiting for his response. I’m waiting to find out if my previous employer is, indeed, going to pay me for the month of March as my contract states or if this is going to be a thing. I know it’s going to be a thing because, lately, everything I do feels like a thing. I’m waiting to see the doctor I want to see. I’m waiting for The Juggernaut to want to use the potty. I’m waiting for the dog to figure out the rug in our living room is not her personal bathroom. I’m waiting for Husbandito to close a cabinet or drawer behind him. I’m waiting and I am not a patient person. I am not a laid back person. I want to find a solution, implement it, and move on to the next task at hand.
Needless to say, I am restless, irritable, and discontented. And really sick of waiting. And not knowing how I’m going to pay bills. Or buy groceries. Or keep from crying 24/7.
So I keep taking the next indicated action. I ask for help where I can. I share with you to keep from isolating. I look at the world through The Juggernaut’s eyes and all is right once again.
But I am still sick of waiting.