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Showing posts with label impatient. Show all posts
Showing posts with label impatient. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Reluctant Adult

The big move is done.
Objects placed around each room.
Almost feels like home.

Adjusting to the new night noises.
Wondering where this road leads.
I'm feeling accomplished and pleased.
This is good.
This is right.
This is where I want to be.

The kid is figuring out where to put her stuff.
She overtakes everything she touches.
The buffer is small but necessary.
She's not a child anymore, but a reluctant adult.

She craves my attention like a 3 year old.
I try my hardest to turn her away.
She has to stand on her own as much as I can get her to let me go.
Her red hair matches her quick temper and passionate emotions.
Every day there is some drama in her life that will undo her.
OSU is proving a testing ground for her patience which was always little.

Yes, we are influx.
Yes, we are taking on new challenges.
But I tell her, this is how a life gets lived, in motion, not in rest.
So we will see where we end up.
I hope for her and I both we enjoy the journey and love the destination.
We are settling down into our own for the first time ever home.
Time will tell, it always does.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Impatient

It's got to be done now, now, now
It's got to be my way
and it's got to be quick
I can't sit around all day
I'm in a hurry
I got places to go and people to see
so do it now, now, now

I'm impatient today.
I rush around like a mad woman,
but I'm never ahead of the game.
I feel stressed everyday.
I'm being pulled in 50 different directions.
I'm impatient today.

I tap my fingers on the counter.
I keep looking at my watch.
I honk my horn alot.
Can't these people go faster?
Don't they know I need to be somewhere?
I swear they slow me down on purpose.
I'm not getting anywhere.
I'm ready to punch the gas.
Take some chances,
I can't let this opportunity pass me by.

I'm impatient.
It's got to be right now.
I'm impatient.
It's got to be done my way or it's not right.
I'm impatient.
I get called names.
I get flipped off.
but i have to keep moving.
I can't stop.
I might never catch up again.
I'm impatient because it's a means to the end.