Well it’s gone again. Yes I have lost my patience once more. Eventually it always comes back, but I get so upset whenever it disappears. It doesn’t have a tag, but its identity is clear once it returns. Doesn’t my patience understand how important it is to me? Why can’t I always keep it so I can avoid the stress and worry that I experience every time it is gone? In a twist of serious irony and what I highly suspect to be a cosmic sense of humor, the more upset I get, the longer it takes for me to find my damn patience again. So here I am. Bitching about my patience as I wait impatiently for it to reappear.
Before you ask me why my panties are so totally in a bunch, I’ll just say that I’m an overall grumposaurus max today. If you even bring up the word “hormones,” I will chase you down with a spork. I’m just super tired, and I’m also generally annoyed with stuff. Different kinds of stuff. Small stuff that shouldn’t be sweated, and yes, it truly is the smallest of the small stuff. Lots of first world problems. Unfortunately my patience and I have a long-standing relationship dynamic that has perpetually been fraught with drama. It leaves me, and although I fear terribly that it will never come back, it always returns. In the meantime, I’m fine. Really. I’m just grouchy.
With that said, if you do happen to see my patience in your neck of the woods, please tell it to get its a$$ home immediately. I suspect that it is cavorting about somewhere with my mind and my youth. If so, please send them back, too.
Bear hugs from a serious bear – Jo
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