Imp Patient

For a guy who almost died who still plays the long game (I think), I'm understandably sort of impatient.

I mean, I can delay gratification, delegate, lead, and all that bull mess, but what I mean is that window of time after the deal is done where you are waiting for everything to wrap up and close.

The shipping time.

The transfer time.

The results of your efforts time.

The when you can call it complete time.

Put a bow on it!

But it's always been that way. 

Studying for the bar exam sooooked. Taking the bar sucked. 

But waiting six months(!) for the results?

Worst of all by far.

Why? I think it's the out of my control part. The what if part. The not knowing part.

Give me a bunch of things I can do to prepare and get it done, a mountain of them (please don't), and it'll get done. But once it's fate is in someone else's hands, I suppose that drives me a little crazy.

What's taking so long?

Do they need something else?

Was I unclear?

There's a snow storm in the rust belt. Is that why its delayed?

This is a part of young me (Yung Mi?) that I carry today in my back pocket.

And while I've done enough to discipline that boy over the years, he still shows his face every once in awhile.

And the holidays with all its over-promising and under-delivering, well it's enough to make an old man shake his fist in the sky and throw punches at the sun.

No old men here, though.

Just hurry up already.

[Shakes fist at screen.]

Yung Mi yaaa, what are you going to do when you grow up?

Coffee's for closers, you know.

Just crank up Enter Sandman and brew me a cup.

I'm just getting warmed up.