patience

Subtitle: things take time, Fall colors come one leaf at a time, enjoy the process.

I've been very impatient lately. The traffic, caused by an inordinate amount of road repair in my city, incites road rage every time I leave the driveway.But why do I feel in such a rush in the first place? I've got nothing but time. It's not like I have a specific appointment time at the grocery store!

I am impatient to know if my upcoming trip to the Holy Lands will be canceled yet again (I was due to go in April and it got canceled in March and rescheduled to this November). Don't I really want the best decision to be made, rather than the quickest decision?

Why is it so hard to just take a deep breath and enjoy the moment?