Adventures in Patience


So I've discovered, over the last year and a half or so, that multiple levels of patience exist. There are the levels of patience you have with yourself. These are often the most difficult to come to terms with. We are often the most unforgiving judges of ourselves. I'm guilty of that. I have little patience with myself. Actually I find I'm kind of hard heartened towards myself and my faults. It's not a good thing, I think.
Then there are the levels of patience you must have with others. This can be easier...as you can just walk away sometimes and save yourself the effort of having to face someone elses faults and failings and deal with them on a personal level. But then you also, if you are a contemplative type, tend to take those things "home" with you and analyze yourself in regards to the others failings.
And finally there is the level of patience that you just MUST have because you have no choice because love demands it of you. That would come into play for example with Kevin and his job. If the baby isn't born soon he'll have to go back to Japan. There are multiple factors involved here. I have to be patient with this baby, and trust that she'll come when the time is right and when she is ready. We want the best for her. At the same time, I'm totally exhausted and would just like her out. And then there is the fact that I feel more than a little pressure to "hurry up and get on with it" because I am a selfish person and want my husband home for more than, say, a week. Add all those things together, and then the fact that I must just accept that this is part of his "job"...well...yes, I'm learning the meaning of patience. If I love my husband, which undoubtedly I do, then I have to be patient and accepting.

Now my question is...and this is very profound....

...Can I get some ice-cream? I need some comfort food.