on patience, choice, and taking time...

I'm not a terribly patient person. I hate lines and I walk by the cars to avoid the sidewalk traffic (mostly in Times Square after work). If someone grabs a cab after I've been waiting for a long time, they will certainly get an earful - "haven't you heard of cab etiquette!" I also can't stand getting in an elevator with the person that take it one floor or when the elevator stops and it's full of people - what's the point of stopping? It's awkward for both people on either side of the door! Don't we have the technology to make it to the next requested floor without stopping?B u t....I have also been the person that walks up to the street and hails a cab without a wait - sometimes the person waiting is halfway down the street and you don't always see them or your hurried because you're late for a reservation or you just want in the cab so hands can roam and kisses don't have to be shared on the street. I've also been the person that sees something and will stop dead in my tracks to take the photo stopping the flow of traffic. Lessons have been learned while waiting in line with females wiser than me. I hardly take the elevator one floor though because I prefer the stairs (although my vertigo would disagree).I suppose we can all be what we dislike at times and we should remember compassion. It's easy for me to forget this - especially with myself - and it's easier for me to be critical and harsh. I just may have been that girl that believed in love so much that she stayed far too long in something that wasn't working. That same belief in love may have made that same girl "overshare" and that eagerness may have been too much for some. But I'm also the girl really DOES believe in love, goodness, and light and I'm learning to be the girl with more patience. Sometimes loneliness can be overwhelmingly intense, but this time I am trying something different - I am really learning how to be. In some ways, I think I've craved this time to myself. This scary, exhilarating place of choice within myself. As more time passes, I really understand the idea that you have to love yourself before you can be in something. It doesn't mean you're selfish or egotistical, but it's about respect.I am okay. In fact, I am more than okay - I think I realized that when I jumped in Lake Michigan. The more okay with myself and all of my parts, the better off. So here's to patience and taking time. Somehow I know that the rest, really will fall into place.