Ask anyone who knows me if I am a patient person and chances are they will burst out laughing. I’m not known for my ability to plan ahead or let things come to me in their own time. When I want something I usually want it now, or today, at the very latest. It’s because my time management is awful. I know this, and yet I still have failed to take steps to correct it until relatively recently.
Patience isn’t something you can just have if you’re not used to it. It’s a habit and it takes time to cultivate. It’s a mental muscle, a discipline, a skill, and because that is so, even those known for being patient can have that skill tested and sometimes lose their shit. I am evolving from someone who loses their shit quite easily into someone that can take things in stride, and I am just learning how to set things in motion so that by the time my path crosses with what I desire, it’s there to meet me when I want/need it.
Today I had a rare Thursday off- usually I work at least a lunch shift, and sometimes all day until 6 or 8 o’clock. I wanted to be productive and there are many things I could do that just need to be done around the house, but the one thing I needed to handle first was the Evil Chair. We call it that because when you sit in it, you don’t want to get up. It pulls you into a comfortable envelope and before you know it, SLEEEEEEEEEEEP. Chris has lost hours to the Evil Chair, and even I have trouble resisting its call. Sadly, the Evil Chair is really old and it recently broke. Sitting in it was uncomfortable and painful, causing stress on my already-messed up lower back. I feared the worst, and today, went out to a thrift store and picked up a replacement. It does not recline but it rocks and rotates and it was only $25. Sold to the fat man! I now have a freaking rotating chair.
Then I got greedy and said, you know, I am tired of having my keyboard rest on my lap, so maybe I can find one of those free-standing tables that have feet that slide under your chair and place the keyboard or laptop right in front of you. Wal-Mart’s gotta have something like that, right? Nope. Neither did Best Buy or Staples. Target missed the- umm, well, yeah, they didn’t have it either. All they had were these slabs of plastic or wood with a cushy pad on the bottom that rest on your lap. I don’t want anything on my actual lap, let alone a hunk of refuse that would just be one more item sitting across my shapely thighs. And they were like fifty bucks too, dafuqouttahere.
So, I allowed the circumstance to win and worked around it. I was patient. Yes, I wanted the C-table (which is what someone told me they were called, finally) but I wasn’t going to get it unless I burned my whole day trying to find it. Instead, I went home glad that I at least got a chair that won’t kill my back. I was able to appreciate what I had, which was more than what I started with, even though it wasn’t everything I wanted. Huzzah!
But wait, there’s more!
I decided to see if I could save the Evil Chair, and after about a half hour of surgery, pulling, prodding, and general jerry-rigging, I managed to fix the broken crosspiece, secure it, and get the spring re-attached. Yay, I’m a wizard! Now I have a freaking rotating chair and my Evil recliner. I just need one of these:
I’m thankful that I am learning patience. It wasn’t too long ago that something like this would have put a cloud over my day. Instead, I am now sitting on top of one, or so it feels like… and getting sleeeeeeepy…